Page 34 of Stolen Voices

I head inside to grab the keys to my other car and start it up. Pulling out my phone, I climb in and connect it to hands-free and call Mason. He answers on the first ring.

“What?” he pants.

“Please tell me you’re working out,” I groan. This wouldn’t be the first time he answered after getting the kind of cardio workout I would rather not know about.

Mason laughs. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Ugh, gross.”

“Mase, knock it off. Eli, we just left my morning boxing class,” Emery interjects as Mason chuckles in the background.

Bastard thinks he’s so funny now that he’s married and getting laid on the regular.

“You went to her workout class with her? Can’t your wife have an hour of Mason-free time?”

I already know the answer: no, she can’t. He enjoys being attached to her hip like a lovesick puppy, always watching over her and growling at other men who even look her way. Possessive asshole.

“No,” Mason growls. “I can always hang up on you.”

“Now, that’s the Mason I know.”

“So grumpy, right?” Emery jokes.

“You love it,” Mason purrs.

Barf. These two are as bad as Jace and Rylann, always fucking and making out in front of everyone.

“Okay, okay. I have a real problem. I need help.”

“Are we cashing in a favor?” Mason asks.

“No, you cheap bastard. Someone stole my damn car, and I need you to help me track it.”

“What the fuck? How? When?”

“From my garage this morning.” The anger I had earlier when I noticed my keys were missing comes back to the surface. Callie has some serious fucking explaining to do.

“How is that possible? That car is hard to take without alarms and sensors going off, unless they had a… Eli?” my brother asks.

“They had the key,” I confirm.

“Interesting.” Mason hums. “I’m on my way home now. I can look as soon as I get there.”

“Great. Don’t call the cops. I just need to know where it goes, alright?”

“Got it. So, does this mean you know the thief?”

I should keep my mouth shut, but I answer anyway. “Yes.”

“Should I be worried?”

“No.” I swerve through traffic like a madman, racing to the office.

“Is this thief a woman?” I can hear the smile in Mason’s voice.

“Kind of.” I’m not sure I want to bring up Callie, but I have a feeling I won’t get away with leaving her out of this conversation. Not with Mason. He’s smart as fuck, and he’ll connect the security cameras to the car thief in no time.

“Kind of? What the fuck does that mean?”