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“Good?” I asked.
Davey spanked my ass. “That was absolutely inappropriate behavior, Miss Pavlak.”
“Are you going to write me up?”
“You’re getting a pass this time.”
32.BROTHERLY LOVE
Davey
The doorman rang around ten.I wondered if Eva needed help, but I had an unexpected guest.
“Sir, your brother is here.”
“What?” I asked.
“He is here, and he has a couple of friends with him.”
Derrick was training in California last I heard. He’d been deployed, then back for a hot minute, but returned for test pilot school. I didn’t ever know where the little asshole was. He was in his early thirties and never quite sure of his next assignment. The best part? He didn’t have to care. The Air Force told him where to go and when. Why the hell was he here? And why didn’t Mum say something? Why were there stragglers? It didn’t surprise me he showed up unannounced, but I didn’t expect a crowd.
“Hey man!” Derrick shouted. “Can we come up?”
“Let them up,” I sighed.
A few minutes later, Derrick arrived with two of his buddies known only as Scram and Bark. Everyone went by call signs. Derrick’s was Flipper.
“There you are, old man!” Derrick announced.
“Why the hell are you here?” I hugged him.
“It’s Scram’s bachelor weekend and we flew in. I didn’t tell anyone because Daphne would want us to come entertain her and Mum is Mum.”
He had a good point. Daphne was overdue by almost a week and pulling her hair out. I knew for a fact she corresponded with Eva all day. I half expected her to show up today trying to save the world. Mum would have insisted Derrick behave, something I didn’t expect he wanted to do this weekend.
“Where’s the little lady?” Derrick asked.
“Uh… she’s still at work. Please don’t call her that, man.”
Eva wouldhatethat.
“You make your girlfriend work when you don’t?”
“No. I told her to come home. She elected to stay and clean some stuff up. We had an incident of sorts. She’s got it handled.”
“He got his secretary pregnant,” Derrick announced. “Or something like that.”
My eyes widened. “No, Der. Eva is an exec. She’s in the C-Suite and isnotmy assistant. Please, please, please never refer to her that way.’
“Is shehotthough?”
“How much have you boys already had to drink?” I sighed.
“Not enough!” Scram declared. “We’re about to go out some more. Come with us.”
“Come on! It’s been ages. Come bar hop,” Derrick demanded.
I sighed. “I need to run that by Eva.”
