Page 12 of Love Above Law

"What's up?"

"We're going out tonight."

"Where?" he asks.

I look at Kai who lips Rumors. "Rumors in two hours," I tell him.

Kurt finally stops and looks over his shoulder. "I'll meet you there."

Kai rubs his hands together. "Listen, Lex and I will meet you two outside your hotel in a couple of hours," he tells Mackey and Stamos. "Here," Kai hands Stamos a card. "Give her a call, and she'll help you find the perfect outfit." Stamos looks down at the business card in her hand and raises a brow.

"Personal shopper?" she questions with a smirk. Kai says nothing. His stare is enough to make her not question any further. Her and Mackey head toward the elevator.

"I take it you're riding with me back to my place?" I assume.

"Got an extra change of clothes on the back seat of my truck."

After retrieving his bag, we climb in my car and drive to my place. "What's the deal with Stamos?" I ask Kai who's standing outside on the balcony.

"Have you looked at her?" He turns and walks back in and sits on the couch.

She's a good-looking woman, but only one woman has clouded my mind the past few hours. I wonder if she's okay? "Pursuing anything with her?" I ask him.

"A lot of questions coming from someone who wouldn't answer any of mine this morning," Kai's eyes stay fixed to the stock market stats flashing across the TV screen.

Having no rebuttal, I turn on my heels and head toward the bathroom to take a shower. No sense in either of us answering questions we may not have the answers to.

A short time later I'm dressed in a pair of tailored suit pants, and a button-down white-collar shirt with my sleeves rolled up displaying the tattoos on my skin. Rumors is an upscale club, and they maintain a formal dress code. Having connections to the right people is about the only way you can get into the place—or have a shit ton of money, but from what I've heard not even that can get you in the door most nights.

Kai and I make it to Mackey and Stamos's hotel just as we notice them walking out the entrance. "Fuck," Kai stares at Stamos as they make their way to the car. Climbing out Kai and I pull the seats forward allowing Mackey and his partner to slide into the backseat before lowering ourselves back into the driver and passenger seats. Kai flips his sun visor down pretending to check himself in the mirror but what he's really doing is checking out Zoe.

She clears her throat. "I want to say thank you, Kai. Stephanie did an amazing job helping me find the perfect dress."

"Yes, she did," Kai says making eye contact with her in the visor mirror.

We make it to the club, and I hand my keys to the valet. Another thing about downtown Seattle—parking sucks, but Kai holds a club member card which allows for parking on the lot behind the building marked reserved. Looking around, I finally spot Kurt leaning against the brick wall enjoying a cigar. Raising my hand in the air, I flag him as we make our way toward the front entrance. The bouncer lets us pass the long line of hopefuls waiting to get in.

"Impressive," Stamos remarks as the waitress leads us past the bar and up the stairs to the second floor. Once seated we order drinks, sit back, and listen to the live band playing on the stage below us. There aren't many clubs in the city with the type of vibe Rumors has. The music is never too loud, the liquor is always top shelf, and they have a full kitchen in the back ready to prepare just about anything you want. The waitress appears placing our drinks of choice on the table. Mine—Scotch whiskey neat.

Kurt raises his glass. "Before we enjoy a job well done on the Santino case, let's toast to the man who couldn't be here—Dean and his wife who welcomed a baby boy into this world three weeks ago and is taking some much needed time off of work to be with his family."

Cheers erupt around the table for our friend.

With music playing and conversation flowing around the table, the night passes by. I finished my third glass of scotch over an hour ago, so, needing to hit the head, I excuse myself and make my way downstairs.

When I round the corner of the stairs on my way back, I spot the one person I don't want to see—ever. April. She's standing beside my table talking to my friends. What the fuck is she doing here? Kai turns his head just in time to catch me heading in their direction and judging by the look on his face he knows I'm pissed. I don't have the patience for her shit tonight. Pulling the ticket for the valet out of my pocket, I hand it over to Kai since he agreed to be the designated driver tonight. "I'm done for the night." Ignoring April, I look at Mackey and Stamos, telling them, "If I don't get the chance to see you two and say it again, it was a pleasure working with you both." Reaching across the table, I shake their hands. "Kurt, I'll see you tomorrow. Kai can take you home." I shake his hand as well.

"You want me to have the staff call a taxi?" Kai asks.

"No, I need some fresh air, so I think I'll walk the few blocks back to my place." I happen to catch April's shocked expression when I pivot on my heel heading back downstairs.

"Lex, wait," April follows me toward the exit.

"Why are you here?" I storm across the dance floor with her hot on my heels.

"Lex, wait, would you please stop."

Stopping by the coat check, I gather my things. While I'm putting on my jacket and pulling a black beanie from the pocket, April steps between me and the counter.