Page 96 of Grumpy Sunshine

“Sure is,” Chevy said as he stared at the man who came into the diner like he owned the place.

The congressman’s bodyguards took up positions in front of and behind him.

The men that came in behind him that had FBI written on their jackets had me more curious than the congressman.

What was going on?

“They’re heading this way,” I murmured as I watched them come.

It was the congressman who spoke first, his eyes on our small group as he said, “Which of you is Chevy Clayborne?”

“Me,” Chevy said indifferently.

I squeezed his hand so hard that my fingernails started to dig into the palm of his hand.

“We’d like you to come with us, we have a few questions,” the FBI agent closest to us ordered.

“Not without a lawyer,” Dima said carefully.

“Agreed,” Cutter muttered.

“What’s this about?”Keely asked, eyeing everyone suspiciously.

“This is about none of your business, ma’am,” the congressman, Arriel Jimenez, retorted sarcastically.

“I beg to differ,” Keely said.“This is my brother, and if you have questions for him, I have every right to know.”

“How much do you like your little job at Castanon, Inc?”the congressman asked.

I rolled my eyes.

“Actually, I kind of hate it,” she said.“I’m only working there because my brother needs the help.It would be no skin off my nose if I couldn’t work there anymore.Honestly, if that place imploded, I’d be able to sleep a little better at night.”

Dima pressed his hand down on her arm to get her to calm down.

The FBI agent that hadn’t said a word since arriving said, “You want a lawyer, get one.Then you can meet us at the FBI field office off of Center.”

I looked at his shirt that said, “Special Agent Crew.”

He was a sexy beast of a man.

Not as sexy as my man, but still…yum.

“I won’t be able to get down there today, because I have to work this afternoon,” Chevy explained.

“You’re not working at all right now because you’ve been suspended from all duties pending further investigation,” Congressman Jimenez snarled.“You know, because one of your crew or yourself decided to kill my son.”

Chevy’s eyebrows rose.“Is that right?”

“Right,” he snapped.

“Well, as of right now, I haven’t gotten that call.But if anything changes, I’ll get right to it,” he agreed.

Special Agent Crew muttered something to the congressman, and they all left, anger in their steps.

“Fucking wonderful.”Chevy sighed.

“There’s absolutely zero proof whatsoever that anything wrong happened in that surgical suite,” I said.“I watched the entire last half of the surgery.”

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