“Thank you both for your time.”
Disappointed that they had nothing to go on, Charlie headed back for her car to call Reese.
“She recognized him,” Holly said as she got into the car. “Why’d he cut her off?”
That was a good question. One of many Charlie didn’t have an answer for.
Chapter Five
9:55A.M.
“Did you ever meet Molly?”
Slade glanced over at Atticus, hiding his surprise that the man spoke. As soon as they’d received the address from Luca, they’d left Baz’s house. Atticus had been silent the entire time. Until now.
“No.”
“How long were they together? Baz and her?”
“They weren’ttogether. He thought she was havin’ his kid, so he was tryin’ to do the right thing.”
“But he didn’t sleep with her?”
“No.”
“I mean, I’m not a doc or anything, but I’m fairly sure you’ve gotta put slot A into slot B…”
Slade grinned, realizing how it sounded from Atticus’s point of view. Not that Slade had a lot of information, but there had been a bit of gossip going around the office when Baz was dealing with Molly. His phone would go off—both texts and calls—throughout the day until Baz finally silenced it.
“He was drunk,” Slade explained. “She said they had sex, so he believed her.”
“Well, that makes ahell of a lotmore sense. You ever been that drunk?” Atticus asked. “That you can’t remember fucking someone?”
“Probably,” he answered, not wanting to go into detail. Back when he’d been hooking up with Carson, Slade was drinking a lot. It was the only way he could scrounge up the nerve to engage in the kinky shit Carson was interested in.
“I haven’t.”
Speaking of fucking with people, Slade thought back to his conversation with Carson a short time ago when he’d encountered him in front of the bakery.
“Don’t be jealous, Slade. It’s not a good look for you.”
“Fuck you.”
“You’re still welcome in my bed anytime.”
“Would be kinda crowded, don’t you think?”
“I’m not so sure. I brought you up last night. Atticus seemed quite thrilled by the topic. His cock was extremely thrilled.”
“He’s a good kid. Don’t fuck with him.”
“That wasn’t a kid in my bed last night. He’s a grown man.”
“Enjoy it while you can, Carson. Once he realizes you wanna set him up so you can watch, he’ll be on his way.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure. I think Atticus is kinkier than you know.”
Slade didn’t want to think about Atticus and Carson together, but try as he might, he couldn’t get the image out of his head. It should’ve made him sick since Slade had some weird obsession with Atticus, and he wasn’t particularly fond of Carson at the moment, but it didn’t. No, it fucking turned him on, and that pissed him off even more.
