Beau grinned at that. It was nice to hear the lightness in Tuck’s voice. The guy had been through a lot over the last two years.
“The beer’s cold, and man, the women are hot.”
Beau stretched and rolled his shoulders. “Well, keep the beer on ice. I’ll be up when I can get there. Looks like I’ll be hanging around here for a bit.”
Or as long as it took.
“What’s got you staying in Michigan?”
“A woman.”
“Since when does a woman dictate what you do?”
“Since this particular one doesn’t want anything to do with me and I need her.”
There was a pause. “Huh.”
Another pause.
“This personal or business?” Tucker asked.
For Christ sake.
“What the hell do you think?” Irritated, Beau’s voice rose and he was aware that the few people in the shop who weren’t watching him, now were.
His brother laughed. “Just checking.”
“You don’t need to worry about me. This is strictly business.”
“Who is she?”
Shit. Now it was going to get complicated because Tucker knew pretty much everything there was to know about Beau.
“Betty Jo Barker.”
“Betty Jo Barker.” Beau didn’t have to see him to know that Tucker was frowning.
“Yep.”
“Betty Jo Barker, the junkie model?”
“One and the same.”
“Betty Jo Barker, the junkie model you screwed and then—“
“Okay, Tucker.” Beau’s irritation grew by leaps and bounds. “Enough.”
He hadn’t meant for things to get out of hand or get her fired. Though he was willing to bet Betty saw things a whole lot differently judging by the cold front he’d seen today. The woman wanted nothing to do with him.
Beau had his work cut out for him.
“What’s your interest in a washed up model with a nose for coke and a reputation that puts a prostitute to shame?”
Beau blew out a hot breath and glanced out the window into the parking lot—and for a second everything inside him stilled.
When had Betty come back? And why was she getting up close and personal with Logan Forest?
Something rough plowed through Beau and he clenched his jaw tight as Logan’s hand ran down her face, fingers sliding across her nose and mouth. Down her arm and then—