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“Why’d you ask if I was solo?”
He turns the iPad screen pressed to his chest toward me, and a sleepy Ty appears on screen.
I nod. “My bad. I need to duck out, but I’ll be back in the morning. Cover for me?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Going out? We’re in Milwaukee, bro.”
“The Lions beat Chicago a few hours ago,” Ty says.
“Ah!” Sid replies with a smirk. “Have fun.”
“Good lookin’.”
CHAPTER 39
SALEM
“Want in?” Cillian extends the pool cue to me.
“I’m good.”
“I want in,” Onyx says. “Zeke?”
“Yeah,” Ezekiel replies, sliding off the stool next to me. “I need a refill first.” He polishes off his beer. “Want another round?”
“Sure,” I reply.
“White wine, right?”
“Yeah, Pinot Grigio. Thanks.”
“Can you grab me a glass too?” Cillian throws over his shoulder, but Ezekiel is already making his way to our private lounge bar.
My phone lights up on the counter next to me.
I glance at the screen, click accept, and I’m on my feet. “Hey—hello.”
“Hey.” Blue’s voice comes through the line. “Hey, one sec.” I turn to Cillian. “I’m out.”
As I beeline for the door, Zeke shouts, “Yo, your wine.”
“Give it to Cillian,” I throw back.
“Hey, my bad. How are you?” I push the elevator button. “You’ve been kinda quiet.”
“Uh, are you staying at the Regis or Four Seasons?” he asks.
“Regis. Why?”
“I’m, uh, in the lobby.”
“W-what?”
“Yeah. I’m downstairs.”
“Seriously?” I start to move toward the staircase when the elevator arrives. I hop on and stab the button for the first floor.
“Yeah. Is that okay?” he asks.
