Page 77 of Broken Daddy
Drawing out his phone, he messaged Donovan.
Hayes:Not sure when I’ll be back tonight. You good?
Donovan:Wait . . . wait . . . what? Are you . . . do you have company for tonight?
Hayes sighed.Why him? Why did Kent have to pair him with this fucking annoying guy?
Hayes:No. I’m watching Devi tonight.
Donovan:Watching Devi or . . . I mean is that an euphemism for something else? I don’t speak grouchy old man.
Hayes:Keep going and you won’t speak anything. Ever again.
There.That ought to scare him into showing some respect.
Donovan:Just make sure you’re home by morning and treat her well. Also, if you bring home company, hang a sock on the door handle.
For fuck’s sake.
Kill him now. He’d told him he was watching her. A sock on the door? They didn’t share a room! Why would he need to do that? Switching to a different chat, he messaged Kent.
Hayes:You’re going to need to hire someone else.
Kent:What? Why? Are you quitting?
Hayes:No, I’m killing Donovan.
Kent:Sigh . . . what did he do now?
Hayes:He’s a fucking pain in the ass.
Kent:I can tell him to calm down.
Hayes:Don’t need you to do that. Just wanted to give you a heads up about his death.
Putting his phone back down,he studied the room. It was getting busy in here. So far tonight, Devi had broken three glasses and spilled two bowls of fries. And she hadn’t really laughed or smiled once.
Now, it seemed like Mac just had her wiping tables. The old man was studying her with concern too.
What was he missing here? There was something and it was frustrating him. Was it her other boss? Was he hassling her? Did it have something to do with her brother?
There hadn’t been any more threats. But Stein was still jumpy as hell.
Hayes had this bad feeling that something was going to happen . . . and soon. And he had no fucking idea how to prevent it.
“Give me your phone,” he demanded when Devi came close to his table.
“What?” She gave him a startled look.
“Phone. Now.” He held out his hand imperiously.
She huffed out a breath and pulled a phone from her apron pocket. It was pink and bedazzled and ridiculous.
He added his number and then rang it so he would have hers.
“Why are you giving me your number?” she asked.
He just shrugged. Finally, she walked off, muttering to herself.
