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“Dev, I am homeless.”
“What?” My head whips up so fast I bang it on the dryer door.
“I’m livin’ in the basement of Sassy’s. There ain’t no washer and dryer there.”
“That place gives me the creeps,” I shudder horrified for him.
“It’s not that bad… compared to some of the places I slept as a kid.”
I walk towards him placing the warm jeans in his hands. “I want you to stay here with me. Meat has you following me everywhere anyway. You can take the couch and wash your clothes and eat here.”
“That’s… that’s,” he swallows hard.
“Don’t cry on me.”
“Shut up. I’m not cryin’. It’s just no one’s been this kind to me in a long time. But I can’t. The boys are my brothers. I’ll stay with them. Besides, when we catch that creep Gregory, we’ll be riding back to LA.”
“Okay,” I shrug, “but if you change your mind, my offer stands.”
He nods taking his jeans and closing the bathroom door.
My phone buzzes in my pocket.
Silver Fox:10 minutes.
Me:Or what? I’m not afraid of you…
Silver Fox:You should be.
Me:Oh yeah? What are you gonna do?
Silver Fox: Everything.
“What?” I squeak, partly in shock he’s flirting with me like this. That man is a trip. Hot one minute, cold the next.
“Who is silver fox? Meat?”
“Shut up. Don’t you dare!” I squeal trying to grab my phone that Mac grabbed right out of my hands.
“It’s your fault for squealing like a sorority girl.”
“Was not.”
“Was too.”
“Oh my god, is this what it’s like to have a brother?”
He hands me back my phone, “Probably. Let’s go sugar.Your silver fox is waitin’.”
I tuck my phone into my waitressing apron with a red face. “He so is. What’s his story anyway?”
“Meat’s? I dunno. He’s never taken an old lady.”
“How old do you think he is?”
“Christ, Dev… I’m not a girl. I don’t do gossip.”
“Whatever. In my experience, men are the worst gossips.” Swinging my purse around, I grab my keys and walk out with him chuckling behind me.