Page 135 of Sinful Like Us

“That you just put in,” he says, irritated. Comms are a hot button issue between us because this is the one thing thatreallygrates on me after a while. I need him.

The team needs him.

I know he’s pretty much always accessible, but still, it’d beeasierif I didn’t have to fucking badger him to get there.

I narrow my gaze. “The team could be trying to reach you.”

“They can’t be.” Farrow lifts the hem of his jacket, showing me his radio on his waistband. “I turned off comms an hour ago.”

I glare. “You what?”

“I turned off comms,” Farrow repeats. “To preserve battery. I lost signal thirty minutes after we left the house and static was draining the thing.”

I run my hand across my jaw. Irritable tension building between us for a second.

Maximoff tells Jane, “Wait a second, I brought your boots.” He unzips his hiking pack, and she digs inside.

Farrow angles more towards the car. Head tilted, peering inside just slightly, then eyeing me with raised brows. “Have fun?” Humor is in his rising smile.

He literally encapsulates the saying:don’t sweat the small shit.Letting go of insignificant rifts with the snap of a finger.

I rub my mouth, feeling my lips lifting some at the memory of Jane. “It was a good night.”Not denying that.“I have to clean the car before we leave. Her brother will fucking kill me.”

Farrow frowns, leaning casually on the car. “Who? Charlie?”

I nod strictly. “He’s not a fan of people fucking in communal places.” I change frequencies on comms, hoping to find a working signal. “He basically eviscerated Maximoff for hooking up with you on the tour bus shower, and I’m trying to avoid a war with my girlfriend’s brothers. Not start one.”

Farrow nods. “You have nothing to worry about, Moretti.”

My brows knot. “What do you mean?”

“Charlie doesn’t give a flying shit about peoplefucking in communal places. If he did, he would’ve called out Beckett for screwing in the bus’s lounge. He just wanted to hurt and provoke Maximoff.”

That doesn’t make me feel any better. “I thought that was more likely.” I adjust my earpiece. “But I just want to cover my bases where her brothers are concerned.”

“You should worry more about Tony seeing the condom graveyard—and I’m going to be honest here: it’s not that you look like the aftermath of a hetero porn. You smell like one.”

Noted.“I’ll take a shower before I see Tony.” I hold out my hand for his radio. “Let me check the battery.”

“Sure, Mom.” He slaps it in my palm.

I almost roll my eyes now. “How long did it take you and Maximoff to get here?” I look up, just to check on Jane.

She’s lacing one boot, and her best friend ties the other for her. Both chatting and catching up like we are.

“At his pace, three hours. We would’ve been earlier, but we couldn’t leave the house until the wind died down.” Our eyes lift as snow flurries turn thick, sticking to the ground.

The sun is gone. Not good.

Farrow stands off the car. “The others wanted to come too.”

“Her brothers?”

“No. They just wanted Maximoff to go.”

That’s how much the families trust him as their leader. Charlie probably didn’t see a purpose in going if Maximoff was there.

“I meant Oscar, Donnelly, Quinn…Akara,” Farrow tells me. “Omega.”