“It’s a truck, yeah.” Zayne chuckled. “We have it till tomorrow.”
“Right.” The guy frowned at Priest, then looked back at his computer. “Got it. Let me grab the keys.”
Priest rolled his eyes as the guy walked off, and Zayne shook his head.
“What?” Priest said. “Don’t act like you aren’t thinking the same thing I am.”
“Oh, I’m not denying that.”
“Then what?”
“I was just wondering if there’s anyone you’ve liked as soon as you met them?”
Priest’s eyes narrowed. “Yes. She’s moving in with you today. So watch it.”
“Got it.”
“Uh huh.” Priest shoved open the door. “I’ll meet you outside.”
Not long after, the guy returned with the keys, and they headed outside to find Priest standing in the shade with sunglasses on and his usual scowl back in place.
“It’s over one aisle in row B—spot 204.” The attendant indicated the direction they needed to go, then handed over the keys.
They located the truck with no issue, and as they both walked around the back toward the driver’s side, Priest stopped abruptly, causing Zayne to all but run into him.
“I’ll take the keys.”
Zayne twirled them around his finger. “It’s all good. I can drive.”
“I’m sure you can, butI’lldrive.”
Not about to get on Priest’s bad side, Zayne tossed him the keys then made his way down to the passenger side. There was a reason he’d been sent today, and that was to keep the peace. So if giving up the driver’s seat for now was what it took, that was what he’d do.
He climbed in and buckled his seatbelt as Priest turned on the engine, then Zayne got busy adjusting the air.
“It’s hot as hell out here today.” Priest lowered the windows halfway to let out the hot air, but with the truck having been parked in the midday sun, the heat was stifling.
“Gotta love Chicago’s summers.” Zayne directed all the air vents where they’d feel it best. “And its winters, come to think of it.”
Priest grunted then looked to his side mirror and began to back out. “It definitely has its extremes, for sure.”
“You ever lived anywhere else?” Zayne turned toward his driver as Priest pulled out onto the main road.
“I did. Yes. L.A. for a while and New Orleans as a boy.”
“Oh, well why are you complaining about the heat?”
Priest side-eyed him. “Because I’m natural redhead, which means I’m not compatible.”
Ah, okay…So maybe Zayne and Ethan’s theory was correct when it came to Chloé’s biological father. The resemblance to Priest was definitely the strongest with her eye color, but his thick hair was a such a striking silver that they hadn’t been one hundred percent positive. This, however, cleared it up, and Zayne couldn’t help but wonder how the three men had decided—not that he’d ever ask. No way. He loved his life a little too much to risk that.
“You sound just like Chloé. She almost made us move thesunwhen we were over in Paris.”
“That sounds like her.”
“We now know that when looking for a picnic spot, shade is a must.”
Priest said nothing to that, but when Zayne snuck a look in his direction, he noticed the ever-serious lawyer grinning.