Page 105 of Best Served Cold

“We?”

Leaning over him, I undid his seat belt. “Riv, Gray, Nick, and Biggs.”

“Who’s Nick and Biggs?”

I pushed my car door open and climbed out. He sat patiently as I made my way around the car and opened his door.

“Nick’s one of our best friends. Biggs is our boss.”

“And they were worried too?” He took my hand and held it tight.

Bracing myself, I hauled him out of the car and propped him against it.

“Yeah. Gray’s boyfriend was all ready to storm down and kick some ass if I needed backup. Biggs was gonna send one of the bouncers.”

“Why?”

“Did you not see the video you sent? That was sus as fuck. Of course we were worried about you.”

He let me drape his arm over my shoulder again. “Video?”

“You don’t remember sending it?”

“I remember taking it. Then that chihuahua started yapping at me and I dropped my phone… I sent it?”

I chuckled at the description of his would-be attacker. That guy really had been like a chihuahua. “You sent it.”

“Huh. Did you like the song?”

“Couldn’t hear it.” I dragged him up the back walkway. “Is there a code for the door?”

“Key.” He patted his pockets. “Shit.”

“Did you lose your keys?” The odds of getting them back were slim if he had.

“I don’t know. Maybe.” He pulled his wallet out by the chain he’d clipped to his belt and wiggled it. “I need to put my keys on a leash too.”

“Leash? Which is yours?” I scanned the names scrawled on the labels next to the call buttons. I didn’t see his anywhere.

He poked a button with the name “Santanna” next to it.

“Lazy super. Doesn’t change the names.” He winced. “Becca’s gonna be so mad at me.”

“Hello?” a female voice came over the speaker.

“I forgot my keys.”

“Noah? Where the hell have you been?”

“I didn’t tell her I was leaving.” He winced again. “Oops.”

“Who’re you talking to? What the hell is going on?”

“My name is Zane,” I said, hoping to stop the sibling fight I could feel brewing. “I work with Noah. He’s a little…”

“I’m drunk,” he announced to the speaker.

A loud beep cut through the air.