I barely passed my last math test.
Ford
If you’ll let me take off that top and give me some more of Quasimodough’s offspring, I’d be happy to offer more tutoring sessions.
I take another sip of my drink.
Me
And here we go with the top again.
Hitting send, I look around the club once more, then jab out another message.
Me
Are you here or what?Because if you aren’t, I’m not sure why you keep mentioning my top, let alone the possibility of me letting you take it off me.
Ford
So, you’re saying there’s a chance?
Me
So, you’re saying you’re here?
Ford
Hawke sent a picture as soon as you walked in.
Stealing Violet’s earlier words, I type my response.
Me
Tattletale.
For
He’s good at keeping an eye on things.
Me
Interesting how you knew I was here for a solid half hour, but you only texted like five minutes ago.
Ford
Maybe I was a little busy driving.
My brows pull, and I look up again, searching the premises.I don’t know why.The odds of him being here are practically zero, aren’t they?Yet, my gaze is like a tractor beam as it marks a pair of men who look way too good for their own…good.
Okay, I’m definitely buzzed.
“Holy shit,” Violet breathes out.
Sure enough, Jagger and Ford swagger into the place like they own it.While Hawke was dressed in a dark hoodie and jeans, acting as if his sole purpose was to blend in with the atmosphere, his two brothers are dressed in the opposite.Flashy watch.Dress shoes with matching belts.Dark slacks and white dress shirts with the top button undone.
Yeah, acting like they own the place is an understatement.By the way heads swivel in their direction, they do.Ray doesn’t stop them.He only lifts his chin in greeting and gets back to his magazine as they approach us at the bar.Either he’s a terrible bodyguard, he knows them, or he knowsofthem.I would say the latter makes more sense since the man’s a behemoth.But we’re in Drift territory.Why in the world would Ray know Jagger and Ford?It’s not like they run in the same circles.And why in the world would Ford ask me who Ray is if he knows him?
“You look nice,” Violet quips when they reach us at the bar.
