“I heard you tell him, but you know damn well, he’ll ignore you.”
“He’ll try,” Sebastian says calmly. “Then he’ll limp and pretend it’s not his fault.”
I grin because he’s right.
That’s the thing about him; he says it like a joke, but everyone listens anyway.
We merge onto the freeway. Traffic looks relatively light.
If we make good time…
I do the math automatically.
Forty-five minutes to the facility.
Twenty to my truck.
Another twenty-five across town.
If she’s working tonight?—
“You’re doing it again,” Jake says, leaning over the aisle seat across from me.
“Doing what?”
“You’re thinking.” He grins. “I can see it all over your face.”
“You’re seriously accusing me of…thinking?” I say the word slowly.
Jake laughs. “Yeah, I fucking am. Because you look hyper focused on something and we won today so it can’t be the game you’re thinking about.”
Sebastian finally looks up from his tablet, eyes flicking between us.
“Oh,” he says.
That one word feels like betrayal.
Fucking Seb.
“What?” I ask as if I don’t know what he’s about to say.
He smiles slightly. “Nothing.”
Jake grins. “No, no. Just because you’re related doesn’t meanyou get to keep secrets. Let’s hear it, Haynes.” He gestures to my brother. “What’s going on with Shep?”
Sebastian shrugs, completely calm. “He’s thinking about stopping at the Alley Tap when we get home.”
Boone turns in his seat having overheard our conversation.
“The Alley Tap?” His brows furrow. “That old dive bar? What for?”
Sebastian shrugs, still staring at his tablet. “The girl.”
The entire back half of the bus goes quiet for exactly half a second.
Then—
“No way,” Bennett says.
