Chapter 27 – Grant
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
GRANT
“Hot damn.” Nate smacks his hands on my kitchen counter and scares the shit out of me. “I knew you got laid last week.”
“What?” I look up from where I’m tying my boots.
Where the hell is this coming from ?
“There’s lipstick on this mug,” he says as he lifts the coffee cup he was just taking a sip from.
“There is?” I mutter with a shake of my head. “My fucking brothers.”
“Gray and Grady are wearing lipstick now? Wow. I thought they’d go for more of a red than a pink.” He laughs as he dumps his coffee into the sink and grabs a new mug.
“No. They washed the cup after Emers?—”
“I knew it!” Nate shouts from the kitchen. “You did get laid.” He flashes a knowing grin that I ignore as I move to my other boot.
“I sure did.”
“See? You can’t hide shit from me.”
“You’re a real detective. Maybe you should put in for a promotion,” I deflect.
“Nah, there’s only room for one of us to steal center stage at a time. I’ll leave it to you to put that fucker Stetson in his place.”
I glance at my watch. “C’mon. Fill your cup. Our shift’s about to start and there’s somewhere I want to stop before we clock in.”
“Sure thing.” He puts the creamer back in the refrigerator. “And you can fill me in on all the details on the way.”
* * *
“Humor me, will you?” I say to Nate as I pull the cruiser along the curb and put it in park.
His deep sigh fills the car. He doesn’t have to say a word to let me know he thinks I’m way over the line.
He’ll get over it.
The street is silent as I exit the car. The garage door is closed, and the driveway is empty. But there are new rocks painted in the planters along the walkway to the house.
One looks like a flag. Another is black and white like a cow’s spots. One has a K in bright blue on it.
But there is no watermelon. Nothing red with black seeds.
No cry for help disguised as secret spy code.
I’m there for no more than a minute before I turn on my heel and head back to the cruiser.
“Everything okay?” Nate asks as I slide behind the wheel, his voice full of concern.
“Yep. Everything is okay.”
For now.