Changing Lanes (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 4)

“Does this mean we don’t get to have dinner here?” Zig asked, sadly.

Frost slapped him on the back. “I think you ate enough of Bristol’s food today. Don’t think we didn’t notice you and Zag disappearing for an hour and coming back with cookie crumbs on your shirt.”

“Hey,” Zag protested. “We were hungry, and we didn’t want anything from lunch to go to waste,” he insisted.

“Right,” Demon drawled.

“Leaving?” Apollo called. He walked from the direction of the kitchen and stopped in front of us.

Demon smirked. “Yeah. Everything is put together so you guys can come out of hiding.”

“We were working,” Murphy called from somewhere in the house.

“I think you guys have a lot in common with Zag and me,” Zig pointed out.

“Yeah, you guys all know how to avoid doing actual work,” I drawled.

“Tell King hi for us, and tell the ol’ ladies to give us a heads up when they decide to descend on Wyndemere,” Apollo advised.

“How about you take the two ol’ ladies you brought with you?” Murphy called.

I looked around and wondered where in the hell was he?

“They drove themselves,” Frost laughed. “Good luck on getting rid of Fayth and Indy anytime soon.”

“We’re coming.” Fayth jogged down the hallway with Indiana trailing behind her.

“Kane had a huge blowout and we decided that was our cue to get going,” Indiana chuckled and glanced behind her shoulder. “We gotta motor. I love her like my sister, but I am not up for that mess just yet.”

“It is up his back and I think it’s in his hair.” Fayth hitched her purse over her shoulder and zipped around us. “Pretty sure if you guys stick around any longer, you’re going to be recruited into the cleanup.”

“Hell to the no,” Zag called. “Later, Apollo.” Zag slipped out the front door with Zig right behind him.

Frost saluted Apollo and hightailed after them.

“Let’s hit it, kid.” Demon slapped me on the shoulder and pushed me toward the door. “I don’t think you are ready for diaper duty.”

I sure the hell wasn’t, but I was hoping to find a second to talk to Bristol. I walked to my bike and threw my leg over the seat. “I’m got a couple things I want to do in town,” I yelled to Demon. “That okay?”

Demon nodded. “Do what you need to do, kid. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Demon cranked up his bike and followed the rest of the guys down the driveway.

I looked back up at the house and sighed. If I went back in, I could hopefully talk to Bristol, but I didn’t want an audience. I was about to grovel, and I didn’t need anyone to witness it.

“Bike not working?” Princeton walked around the side of the house.

“Uh, it’s fine.” Where the hell did he come from?

“Then you need something?” he asked.

I cringed. “You think I could talk to Bristol?” It wasn’t like I ac

tually needed his permission, but it felt like I needed to ask.

Princeton tipped his head to the side. “You think I can ask why you wanna talk to Bristol?”

“I was thinking Meg would like to have her meatball recipe.” I cringed at the lame lie I thought up on the fly.

Princeton laughed. “You think I was born yesterday, kid? You got the hots for Bristol and you want to shoot your shot with her,” he guessed.