Chapter 38
38
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The first thing Jack asked when I answered was, “Is that code that I should call in SWAT?” Then, “Is Pancake okay?”
“Pancake? Seriously?” I just had insane sex and the deepest convo of my life, and he wanted to know about his cat? “No SWAT. I’m really in love with an FBI agent.”
I couldn’t miss his relaxed vacation laugh. “Since when?”
I frowned, getting grumpier by the minute. “Since the day you left.”
“You’re calling for me to give advice on your love life?”
“No. I’m calling because you need to get your ass back here. I need your help.”
“You need my help with a woman? If I remember correctly, you pestered the shit out of me about falling for a librarian.”
“You stalked her,” I reminded.
“How’d you two meet?” he asked. They were in Hawaii together. Obviously, the stalking worked out.
“Convenience store robbery.”
He was quiet for a moment. “That’s what you need your help with?”
“No.”
“Then what? Again, my woman is in a bikini, so it better be good.”
“I’ve got a few extra faces for your FUCKERS IN COAL SPRINGS list.”
“That kid toss the newspaper in the shrub again?”
“No, worse.” I gritted my teeth because I couldn’t say more on a cell phone. When he got back, I was never, ever going to live this down. “Just get your woman some clothes and get your asses back here.”