Page 8 of Mr. Big Mistake
“I mean, as soon as you can. If that’s what you want,” I explained.
Clint nodded. “Good. I’d like a list of all the addresses of the properties the agency owns. It’ll help me get an overview of how to discreetly surveil them. I need to know where all the vulnerable spots are before I can draw up an extensive security plan.”
Zane opened the fridge. “I can have that to you by tomorrow morning. No later than nine.”
I grinned. “Which means until then, we can celebrate.”
Zane groaned. “Come on. Not another one of your parties.”
He tossed me a water bottle, and I cracked it open.
“Hey, it’s not your celebration. It’s Clint’s,” I said.
“No, thanks,” Clint muttered.
Zane held out his hand. “See? No one likes your celebrations.”
I leaned back. “Well, the joke’s on you, because my parties are amazing.”
Clint snickered. “And boozy?”
I pointed. “Was that… almost a laugh?”
Zane nodded. “I think it was.”
“This is a bad idea.” Clint shook his head.
I leaned forward. “I bet if you come out with me tonight, I’ll have you laughing by the end of it.”
Zane sipped his water. “There isn’t enough alcohol in the world.”
“Watch it.” Clint shot him a look.
“Shut up, old man.”
I barked with laughter. “Come on, look at us. The three amigos again. The three musketeers. The three wise men. The three…”
Clint stared at me. “No, no. Go on. I want to see what you come up with next.”
Zane turned to face me. “I do, too. What’s the next one?”
I palmed my hair. “You guys get the picture. What do you say? Zane, I know you could use at least one more night out before that baby comes.”
“I’m not sure Karina would want me going out, though. Especially since her nausea is worse at night.”
“Well, I’ll get her some ginger chews, and she can come with us.”
Clint’s face fell. “Seriously? Ginger chews?”
“My sentiment exactly.” Zane scoffed.
“Oh, come on, guys. Don’t tell me we’ve grown into old farts already. Here. I’ll see if the girls want to go out.”
Despite my brothers’ protests, I shot off text messages to Karina, Kelly, and Roxy. And almost immediately, I got responses back from the three of them. To which I turned my phone around and showed my brothers.
“Still convinced Karina doesn’t want to go out with us?” I asked.
Zane sighed. “Fuck you.”
