Bo kissed away the hurt.
And then some.
Chapter Twenty-one
The doorbell yanked Lucky out of his post-sex stupor. Moose barked from the backyard. The sun shone in through the sliding glass doors.
Damn! They’d slept all night on the couch? “Fuck! We didn’t feed Moose and the cat!”
Bo, lying half on the couch and half off, cracked open one eye. “I did. And… umm… cleaned us both up a bit.” He jumped up, tugged on yesterday’s pants, helped Lucky into his T-shirt and jeans, and kicked their boxers, shoes and socks under the couch.
Really? Bo pulling a“Lucky’s method of cleaning?”
The doorbell rang again.
“Coming!” Bo shouted.
Lucky snorted. “Not at the moment, but you will. Later.” Oh, yes, Lucky was back. Maybe. Sorta.
Bo scowled, stalked towards the entry, and flung the door open.
Walter filled the doorframe. “I hope I’m not interrupting. I came to update you.”
Bo stepped aside. Walter crossed the floor in a few long strides and sank into a chair across from the couch.
Oh, dear God. Someone kill Lucky now. Couch sex followed by an appearance of the boss might haunt his dreams.
Moose whined and scratched his paws again the glass doors. Walter smiled indulgently at the furry beast.
The traitorous dog beelined straight for Walter, tongue lolling, the moment Bo opened the door.
“I’ll go make coffee.” Bo disappeared into the kitchen.
Coward.
Walter idly rubbed Moose’s head. When he stopped scratching, Moose head-butted his hand. Demanding cuss. Boss had probably spoiled the critter while pet sitting. “We have the reports, the video of your brother entering your room, and the evidence the Richmond office sought on his associates. An arrest warrant has been issued.”
Bristol? About to be arrested? Lucky chewed his lower lip. “I want to be there.”
His boss scowled. “You’re off duty, and this is a job for local law enforcement.”
“But what if they screw up and he gets away?” All this time Lucky had been the black sheep, rotting away in prison when Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes deserved to be there too. But he’d better pay the piper now, and stay the hell away from Lucky’s nearest and dearest.
“Have some faith.”
Moose rolled over for a tummy rub.
Bo strode into the living room, loaded down with coffee cups. The man still waited on Lucky hand and foot.
Time for Lucky to work on being a better partner. “Thanks,” he said, prompting a double-take from Bo.
“Excuse me?”
“Thanks. Thanks for the coffee.”
Bo kept suspicious eyes on Lucky. Yeah. Lucky had some groveling to do. Starting the moment he could move painlessly.
“Not that I’m not happy to see you, but why are you here? You could’ve called us.” Bo handed Walter a cup and settled next to Lucky on the couch.
