When I’d finally got here, I’d pulled quickly into a space and jumped out of the car leaving the windows open, and had then run into the station. I’d only just made it to the meeting in time, avoiding getting my balls crushed by DB who had a severe tardiness intolerance.
Which brought me to now, in a small room surrounded by people who were now moving to the other side of it, smelling like I’d been shit on by a bull, and my boss glaring at me as he covered his nose with a hand.
Without saying another word he pointed at the door, making it clear what he wanted me to do. Some people might be embarrassed about it, but I was fucking grateful because I was desperate to get it off me.
As I scrubbed my skin and hair in the showers - hugely grateful that I kept a change of clothes in my locker - I thought over what I’d walked into the night before. My family and Rose had all been laughing and joking about what a great prank I’d pulled on them all and how they’d blamed each other before they’d realized where it was coming from. At the time I’d been damn proud of myself for getting all of them with it instead of just Rose and Garrett, but now? I’d been punk’d by my own family!
I also needed to think about how I was going to get the smell out my car. Short of burning it to the ground I wasn’t sure it could be done. I knew that they did detailing at Ren Townsend’s garage so I’d take it there on my lunch break and see what he came up with. I wasn’t going to hold my breath that they’d be able to do it - but they might want to while they were cleaning it.
It also meant I was going to have to come up with a way to get back at Rose for this. Since she’d become mine, I had moments where my heart was back in the prank war, and moments when it wasn’t there at all. I’d much rather sink into her body and listen to her moan as I moved in and out of her, then I’d feel her as she came while I was…
“Yo, Evans,” Logan yelled. “When you’re done doing your makeup, old man Beck needs you at his house to look at a tape that was dropped off this morning.”
Thinking I’d misheard what he said, I shouted back, “A tape?”
“Yeah, apparently old people crime’s gone back to how it was done twenty years ago.”
Sighing, I rinsed off and yanked my towel off the curtain rail, resigned to the fact that what I was about to see was most likely going to scar me for life. Old man Beck had what I referred to as a harem of women, and it wasn’t unusual for them to send him dirty shit that he then brought to us thinking he was being stalked. If this ended up being old people porn…
Unfortunately, while I’d been scrubbing the skin off my body, DB had briefed the rest of the team about the reports of a break-in at an abandoned barn ten minutes outside of town. If I’d been there, maybe I would have thought about the possibility of it being the man who was after my woman? Maybe I wouldn’t have, but at least I’d have been given a chance to.
Rose“All I’m going to do is go in and take a shower,” I huffed, pushing open my front door. “No, to be precise, I’m going to feed Rex, then I’m taking a shower.”
Seeing that I wasn’t going to budge, Garrett did a quick walk around and then came back to me. “Fine, go do your shit, but make sure you lock the door and don’t open it to anyone but me, ok?”
I gave him an answer – with a look and one finger. Wanna guess which finger it was?
Glaring at me, he slammed the door behind him and when I didn’t move immediately to lock it, he sang, “I’m waiting!”
Hitting the lock, I stalked toward the kitchen. Today had been quieter than yesterday, which was a good thing for the people of Piersville but a bad thing for me because it made the day drag like saggy balls on the floor. Garrett had a new friend in jellyfish chick, aka Zuri, and I could see us being good friends, too, because that chick was awesome.
The problem was I missed his brother. I was also pissed that I hadn’t gotten to see what he looked like when he’d gotten to work, although I’d heard about it in a phone call from Tabby. She’d been struggling to breathe as she repeated what DB had told her, and then Cole had come in to drop off lunch for the two of us, and he’d told us that Raoul’s car had been dropped off there, but they couldn’t work on it until the smell cleared. It was currently sitting outside the garage with the doors and windows open, and they were going to draw straws on who got the job of cleaning it.