Bo’s sigh lasted a full ten seconds. “Okay. You win. Not the time, not the place. Someday.”
Hopefully “someday” didn’t mean “when Hell freezes over.”
Chapter Eleven
Johnson’s Jeep sat in the driveway when they got home, next to Bo’s Durango.
“What’s she doing here?” Lucky growled.
“Wow, I really did fuck you stupid if you forgot she picked Todd up.”
“She could be in there snooping around for O’Donoghue.” Phillip wasn’t much to meet the eye, but somehow, he must’ve pulled the woman over to the dark side.
“If she wanted to snoop she’d probably pick a better time than us due home at any moment.” Bo swung open the car door. “Besides, have you forgotten you gave her a key to the house so she can keep an eye on things if we need her to?”
Damn. Lucky had forgotten. “We need to change the locks. I don’t want her having access to our home.” Speaking of… Lucky locked the car the moment he and Bo shut the doors.
Bo rounded the front of the car, threw an arm around Lucky’s shoulders, and guided him toward the door. “What happened to ‘innocent until proven guilty’? I agree there might be circumstantial evidence, but I wouldn’t write her off without solid proof. We need all the friends we can get right now.”
“We,” not “you,” went a long way toward calming Lucky’s ass down. He wasn’t alone. Bo had his back.
And any other part of Lucky he wanted.
Lucky listened at the front door. No music, no TV, no video games, no talking.
Johnson looked up from the couch when they came in the door. “Oh, hi, y’all. The boys went to bed about ten minutes ago.” She cocked a brow and ran an assessing gaze up and down Lucky’s body, but she didn’t ask about the tattered shirt.
“Where’s your son?” Lucky asked.
“At the apartment. Gran put him to bed.”
“Thanks for everything, Loretta.” Bo gave her a hug as she stood.
“Thank you! I’d never have gotten that bookcase put together on my own.”
She and Lucky hadn’t progressed to casual hugging yet. If she turned out to be a traitor, they wouldn’t. The position put her just right to slam a knife into his back. “Night, Johnson.”
She didn’t comment on him not calling her Rett. Only her friends called her Rett, she’d said. They might not be friends anymore, if they ever were.
***
Lucky rolled over for the hundredth time. Bo wrapped an arm around him, spooning against his back. “I know you have a lot on your mind, but you need to sleep.”
If only. “I want to ask you something.”
“You can ask me anything. What?”
“Lately you’ve been cuffing me for sex. I know you don’t like restraints yourself. Are you doing that just for me?”
Bo’s chuckle caressed Lucky’s ear. “It should’ve been obvious I enjoyed it too.”
Lucky turned, meeting Bo’s gaze in the near darkness. “I don’t want you doing things that make you uncomfortable, even to make me happy.” He amended, “Especially to make me happy.”
“I don’t mind, really.”
“You don’t sacrifice for me, got that?” Lucky stroked Bo’s clenching jaw.
Bo relaxed. “Sorry. At first, I did it to push past my fears, then…” He shrugged. “I kinda get off on having control over you like that.”
