Page 80 of Mr. Perfect
“What a sight that would be. You driving your pet peacocks around town.”
“They’re not my peacocks,” Felix said.
“So you say.”
“So I know.”
They bantered back and forth for a bit before Jude set his cup of coffee down and jumped into the pool.
“You’re so mean,” Felix said, not bothering to hide his pout. Then Jude made his intentions known when he slid his hand up Felix’s thigh. Felix quickly changed his tune when Jude stripped his borrowed shorts off and took Felix’s dick in his mouth. Felix loved the feel of Jude’s firm lips working his shaft up and down, bringing him to a shattering climax, which Felix repaid on his knees in the outdoor shower.
The trip to the cellular store was quick but costly. Usually, that kind of unexpected purchase would cause Felix a fuck ton of anxiety. What if he lost his job down the road? It could be money he’d need someday. The questions would typically play out endlessly, causing bouts of insomnia. Today, he was calmer. Maybe it was because of the man beside him, or the mind-blowing orgasms received from said man. Or, perhaps it was from Felix’s conviction that Cameron Spencer would pay for all the damage he’d caused—one way or the other.
Felix was shocked by the volume of missed calls, voicemail messages, and texts. There were several calls from a number he didn’t recognize, but the caller didn’t leave a voice mail. Felix read his texts and listened to all his messages before replying or returning calls in the order of priority, starting with Minerva. He assured her he was fine and didn’t mention anything about the real cause of the explosion. He gave her the same song and dance as everyone else; the fewer people who knew the truth, the better.
The frantic messages from Rocky triggered reactions in Felix, ranging from humor to astonishment that this man was his friend. It made his insides feel like a glass of Sprite—bubbly and refreshing.
The messages that surprised him the most were from Royce Locke, a Savannah detective in the Major Crimes Unit. His partner and boyfriend, Sawyer Key, had gone to Emory with Felix and Jude. The guys were the ones who pulled Felix, Jonah, and Rocky into the Franco Humphries investigation. If Royce was calling, did it mean SPD had already figured out the car fire wasn’t accidental?
Felix called Royce as soon as they were back in Jude’s car.
“Who have you pissed off now?” Royce asked once greetings were exchanged.
Felix bristled. “What a rude assumption.”
Royce laughed. “Come on. You know the effect you have on people. How are you feeling?”
“As good as can be expected,” Felix replied vaguely. He wasn’t sure how much he wanted to tell Royce without discussing the facts with Jonah and Rocky first.
“When and where is the posse meeting this morning? Sawyer and I want to be there.”
“Posse? Are Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid up to no good again?”
“Cut the bullshit,” Royce groused. “I got the truth out of Rocky last night when he was frantically looking for you.”
“Then why did you ask who I’d pissed off if you already knew?”
“I wanted to see how much you were willing to tell me.”
“Not much,” Felix admitted.
“And yet, I’m surprised and hurt.”
It was Felix’s turn to scoff. “Were you assigned to my case?”
“Yep, so I started calling you. Then I called Jacobs since I couldn’t get in touch with you. He found out you left with Arrow, and I tried calling him a few times, but I guess he was busy tending to your injuries.”
“You could’ve left a message,” Felix countered. “You could’ve driven over to Jude’s house if you were anxious.”
“Rocky told me not to,” Royce said.
“And you listened?”
“Jacobs might be an annoying asshole, but the man has excellent instincts, and they’ve served him well as a PI. He was worried about your injuries but seemed relieved once he found out who you were with.”
“I’m only a little roughed up and feeling pretty grateful at the moment,” Felix said. “I have to call Rocky and figure out when and where we’re meeting. One of us will text you.”
“See that it happens. There will be hell to pay if I have to exude any effort in tracking your asses down.”