CHAPTER 21
Bo woke Lucky up with two wrapped egg and cheese biscuits, and hash browns.
And coffee, God love him. Lucky could get used to this. He stretched and sat up in bed, arranging the covers around his waist and setting the fast-food bag on his lap. “How much time I got?” he asked between bites.
“An hour.” Bo sat in a chair by the bed. The scent wafting from his to-go mug had to be his favorite decaf green tea. “Charlotte wanted to send you a plate, but she’s been on a sandwich kick lately, peanut butter and jelly and bologna and cheese.”
Lucky swallowed a bite of biscuit. “I wouldn’t have minded bologna and cheese. Or peanut butter and jelly.”
Bo winced. “All on the same sandwich? I think she stuck in Doritos too. Said she liked the crunch.”
Umm… Lucklighters were born with cast iron stomachs, but some things even Lucky wouldn’t eat.
“Can I have you for dessert?” Lucky did his best to waggle his brows. Too early. Or late. Or… whatever. The curtains were drawn, but Lucky sensed sunlight outside the door. He sat up and shoved a bite of the second biscuit into his mouth. Oh, good. Still warm. “How is everybody?”
“Good. She went kicking and screaming, but Charlotte, the kids, and the pets are at the Smiths’ right now. Rett’s son is there too. You know how Rone loves our nephews. I think Ty built him a tent fort in the den.”
Ournephews, notyour.
The Smiths probably ate up having young ’uns around, since they seemed to love kids but never had any of their own due to Mrs. Smith’s heart condition. “Where do you have to be?”
Bo grinned. “I’m with you.”
“Really?” Because of their positions within the bureau, Lucky hadn’t thought they’d ever get to work closely with each other again.
“Really. Things might go to shit today. You need backup.”
Speaking of. “Cruz?”
“Touched base an hour ago. Hey, did you know he was engaged?”
“Yeah. Who do you think did this?” Lucky gestured with his hand to his changed appearance.
Bo let out a low whistle. “Too bad she’s not here to do a touchup.” He passed a critical gaze over Lucky’s hair, then rumpled the waves with his fingers. “Yeah, gel and bedhead don’t really mix.”
“Hey!”
Bo stepped back, hands up. “Just saying. It’s a bit flat on one side.”
“Then I’ll wear a hat.”
“A hat sounds good. Anyway, finish eating and get ready.”
“Where are you going?”
“The truck outside is being watched, so Loretta is going to create a distraction so I can get in unnoticed. I staged a fight early this morning to get your relief driver out of there. I’ll be back in the sleeper.”
“The sleeper?” Lucky’s mind hit the gutter, rolled and came up swinging. “Ever had sex in a sleeper cab in a Quality Inn parking lot?”
Bo rolled his eyes. “More roleplaying?”
“What’s the use of having filthy ideas if you don’t intend to use them?”
Bo bent and gave him a kiss. “Hold that thought, and meet me in the truck.”
“Spoilsport.”
Lucky watched Bo’s ass flex away into the adjoining room. That ass. Tires squealed outside, and horns blared. Rett’s distraction?
