Page 169 of On The Rocks

She cleared her throat. “Lennon. She was wearing a black jumpsuit with pink stripes. I hear that it might be familiar.”

“Cunt.”

I looked over my shoulder, but luckily, the other people were gone. We were alone in the dining room. “We’re kinda in a family place. Maybe keep the swearing to a minimum. At least that word.”

“Aww, did you go soft?”

“Maybe.”

“Had to since you finally hooked to someone. What do you want from me?”

“How do you feel about getting back behind the mic?”

“With you?”

My gut clenched. “Yeah. Me, you, and Baron. Think it would drive Irene out. She couldn’t deal with us without her being part of it.”

“And how are you going to pull that off?”

“When can you get to New York?”

“New York? What the hell are you doing out there?”

“I’m the program director at an orchard.”

Silence.

Lennon looked at me, then to Baron.

Then the roaring laughter on the other end had all of us leaning back.

“You’re flying me in. With an extra seat for my...nurse.”

“Nurse?” Baron asked, leaning forward. “Since when?”

“Since I’m traveling. She has a great bedside manner, by the way.”

Baron sat back in his chair with a disgusted look on his face.

I laughed. “Fine. I’ll send the details. How long do you need?”

“A week. Gotta up my PT if I’m coming out to show up you fuckers.”

I forgot just how many sentences includedfuckwhen it came to Marc. Definitely wasn’t going to be an all-ages show. “I’ll set it up and figure out logistics.”

“Good. Time for my sponge bath. Later.”

“Well, he’s...a lot.” She pushed her plate away.

“You have no idea.” Baron did the same. “I don’t know how you’re going to pull this off, but I’m in. Whatever you need.” He stood up. “Now I need a shower and to call my ranch coverage. See if they can spot me for a few weeks.”

“Thanks, man.”

Baron nodded and strode out toward the staircase to the upstairs rooms.

“Think I need to have a meeting with Jessica.”

Lennon frowned, then said, “Ahh. Social media.”

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