“Yeah.” Hawk took another swig. “He said, ‘I tell my wifeonlywhat she needs to know.’”
“He was having an affair with his assistant,” Rebel said.
“How’d you know that?”
“He told me his assistant had a manual on her desk on how to give a blowjob.”
Hawk started laughing so hard, Rebel cracked up.
“For real?” Hawk asked.
“Yeah, and when Gil saw it, he offered his dick as practice.”
Both men started laughing all over again.
The front door opened.
“Welcome home, Addison,” said the computer. “Hello, Britain, good to see you again.”
The women entered the kitchen. Rebel flicked his gaze in their direction.
Britain wore a black hoodie, black running pants, and her cheeks were rosy from the cold. Her beauty rocked him to his core, and he couldn’t look away.
Brit’s gaze jumped to Rebel, and she stared at him like she’d seen a ghost.
She’s not interested.
“I love that computer,” Addison said. “It’s like she’s announcing royalty.”
“You are royalty, baby,” Hawk said. “You’re my queen.”
Rebel tossed them a nod. “How was the run?”
He was gonna play this chill. Real chill.
“Hey!” As Addison hugged Rebel, she whispered, “Congrats. I’m so happy for you.” After breaking away, she said, “You remember my sister, Brit.”
“How’ve you been?” Rebel asked.
Still, no response from Britain.
Addison filled two glasses with water, handed one to her sister.
“We were really pushing ourselves out there, huh, sis?” Addison asked.
“I, um… yeah, good run.” Brit stayed locked on him.
The energy rolling off her was so different from when they met, andnothinglike their all-nighter at Asylum.
Her vibe was strained—nervous even—like she’d just robbed a bank and walked in carrying a huge sack of money.
“I… good to see you, Joaquin. It’s been a while. Things good? You good? I’m good.”
As she pulled off her hoodie, a scene flashed in his mind.
Texas.
The meeting with the drug gang.
