Page 95 of The Matchmaker Club

“Aww, that’s not nice. We should invite him in for some apple crisp. Maybe it will help get the pole out of his ass.”

My grandmother snorted and elbowed Javier. “It didn’t help get it out of yours.”

They fell into each other in a fit of laughter.

This was so not good.

The doorbell rang, and I cringed at the thought of having to deal with Frank now. Of all the damned nights he had to show up.

“Will you two at least try to keep it down while I talk to him?”

My grandmother saluted me. “Aye aye, captain.”

I opened the door and slinked out before closing it shut. “What can I help you with, Frank?”

“I was hoping to talk with Mr. Freeman. Is he in?”

“Um… what’s it about? Maybe I can help you?”

“It’s official police business.”

The stupid signs were official police business? It took a lot of effort not to roll my eyes.

“Redneck Vampire Attacks Trailer Park.” Javier’s voice and bellowing laughter were heard clear as day through the opened parlor window.

Frank tilted his head. “Is there something going on?”

“Just a little get-together, Frank. Nothing you need to concern yourself with.”

He hooked his thumbs under the waist of his pants, fingers tapping against the handcuffs attached to his belt. “There is a matter that does concern me, and I’d appreciate it if you get your boyfriend out here.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Dammit, Taylor. Just get Lucas out here, will ya?”

“Fine.” I slipped back through the door, closing it behind me. Giving up on trying to quiet Javier and my grandmother, I headed out back where Lucas was trying to manage Lainey, Bill, Charlie, and Austin. Charlie was doing tai chi in the vegetable garden, while Austin was stumbling around in the yard, peeking behind bushes.

“What is he doing? And where’s Bill and Lainey?”

Lucas pinched the bridge of his nose. “They’re playing Hide and Go Seek.”

“Seriously?”

“Yup.”

“Yeah, well, we have another problem.”

He dropped his head. “What?”

“Frank is here onofficial police business. Which means he believes you had something to do with the signs.”

He raked a hand through his hair. “Probably when that guy stopped about my car.”

“He wants to talk to you. Stick to your peeing story. You know nothing.”

“Ready or not, here I come!” Austin yelled at the top of his lungs.

There was a stifled giggle coming from behind the shed.