Page 69 of Protected By West
"Do we have any information on his girlfriend?"
Weston held out his phone. "We have some pictures from social media of his girlfriend and her son."
Dally smiled. "Thank god for social media."
Blue took the phone from his hand and gave it to Jack.
She looked at the account. It was marked friends only, but someone must have gotten past that filter in the app.
Weston watched her as she went through the photos with the speed of someone who had been using them for years.
She looked back at him, smiling. "I think I can get the girlfriend to come out with her kid."
Weston had a feeling he wasn't going to like this. "How?"
She handed the phone to Blue and reached down under her chair for her bag.
Jack pulled out a smaller bag and handed it to Myles. "Take out the eye liner, lipstick, and the eye shadow palette."
Myles looked down into the bag, lifting one brow in confusion.
Jack didn't notice as she was busy taking off her Kevlar vest.
Myles was still going through the bag, shuffling through the things inside when Duval snatched it away.
"Geezus. Give it." Weston winced as he shoved his hand into the bag and rummaged around, wondering if he was going to break something in the bag earning some ire from Jack.
Instead, he withdrew his hand a few moments later when three things were in his large palm. Duval must have seen the looks thrown his way. He shrugged. "I've got a sister."
"Ah, right." Myles sat back against the bench seat along the wall of the van. "Sure."
Weston didn't mediate between the two.
It didn't matter who had what in their families.
They could hash that out later.
Jack set her vest down and unbuckled her utility belt. She gave Duval a look and a smile. "Thanks."
"It's girl stuff. Not a problem."
Reaching back to the nape of her neck, Jack pulled out the rubber band around the bottom of her braid. "Aww. Careful, someone might think you're a nice guy."
Duval's free hand came up with his middle finger extended.
"That's the man I want to kick in the a-... butt."
With her utility belt on her Kevlar vest, she shook out her hair and took the cosmetics from Duval.
Moments later she went from plain face to make up ready for a club.
"A little adjustment with my bra and I'm ready to go."
Weston knew enough not to ask what that meant and turned away when she reached for the hem of her T-shirt.
It was probably just seconds before he heard her laugh.
"Okay. Y'all can turn back. I didn't flash anyone. I may be a bouncer in a stripper bar, but I'm not the one performing."
