Page 20 of Live Love Steal

I still felt naked.

Both of these men knew what I had on under my skirt. I sat on one of the bar stools closer to Sketch than Bear and asked, “Do you have my keys?” I needed to get out of here, get on my laptop, check my email, and see what kind of mess my boss had made of my presentation.

Sketch and Bear traded a guilty look.

“What’s wrong with my car?”

Bear cleared his throat. It sounded suspiciously like a word. If “nunya” were a word. Sketch slapped him with the back of his hand.

“It got borrowed.”

“Dumbass.” Bear stood up.

I didn’t like the way he glowered.

“What?” I wasn’t asking for Sketch to repeat himself. What I was asking was, “How in the fuck could he give my car away?”

Sketch held up a hand. “Whoosh didn’t know.”

“Who is Whoosh?”

“A prospect, for about five more hours,” Bear muttered.

“He needed a car. I told him he could have one, and he took yours.” Sketch wasn’t looking me in the eye when he said that. Which meant he was lying.

“So, he just took a random car from you and didn’t tell you?”

“You were being a bit loud.”

I squared off with Bear. Scary or not, my embarrassment didn’t give a fuck. “No one asked for your opinion.”

He puffed up. “Excuse me?” His fingers curled into fists.

“I said?—”

“Izzy, stop.” Sketch practically jumped between Bear and me. He had his back to me and faced Bear. “She didn’t mean it, bro.”

“Did too. He’s got no reason to be crude.”

“Babe, you haven’t seen crude yet.” Bear’s glower turned into a half-grin, then a full-blown chuckle.

“Bear!” Sketch was still trying to diffuse the situation, but we’d already come to a truce.

Or maybe not.

“Sketch, congratulations, you found a screamer.”

I was going to kill him.

After we found my car. “Where is my car?”

“You’ll get it back tomorrow.” Bear tossed that out like it was gospel.

“Tomorrow?”

“Whoosh has got two more hours. He can’t’ve left yet,” Sketch looked between Bear and me for answers.

“I need it tonight. Actually, now. Big presentation, remember? Boss? Fired?”