Page 16 of Gunner

I knew I had fucked up when King turned his icy stare my way.

“How the fuck do you know she never leaves the house?”

“She told me.”

“Explain,” he demanded.

I ran my hand over my face.

If I told him I had been watching her, he’d kick my ass.

“I saw her at the bar the night Cash got wasted and I had to call Tank and Ben to take him home.”

“Wasn’t wasted.”

“You couldn’t even stand up on your own, asshole.”

“Enough! God, you’re all fucking children. Continue.”

“Then, a few days later, she came into the shop. She had an appointment with Indie but canceled it.”

“What was she getting done?” Colt asked.

“None of your fucking business.”

His smile told me he didn’t really want to know the answer. He just wanted to yank my chain.

It fucking worked.

“Then I ran into her at Manny’s. She said every time she left the house in the last week, she ran into me and accused me of following her.”

“Are you?” Ghost asked.

“Am I what?”

“Following her?”

“No, I’m not fucking following her. I was at the bar first. She walked into my fucking shop. Where I work!”

“You just happened to be driving by Manny’s and needed a reason to go in the store? Was she the reason?” Jack asked with a smug look on his face.

I turned my scowl on Jack. He was always the instigator. The one to antagonize the rest of us into saying something we never meant to say. He baited us with his sarcasm until we admitted things we never intended to.

“Why the fuck are we talking about this? Don’t we have important shit to go over? If not, I have shit to do.”

I wasn’t answering any more questions. And there was absolutely no way in hell I would admit to following her into that store.

King watched me as he stroked his fingers down his beard.

I knew what he was thinking. I glared back at him with a look that reminded him I knew his secret.

“Gunner’s right. We have other shit to do.” He dropped his hand then spoke directly to me. “Stop following the fucking shrink!”

When I opened my mouth to tell him to stop sneaking off to Grace’s house in the middle of the night, he cut me off with a look, letting me know he would tear my ass apart if I said one word.

I sat back in my chair with a grin, knowing there was no heat in his order. He would continue sneaking into Grace’s house, and I would continue to watch over Haizley.

That was what I told myself.

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