Done Deal - Max Henry Page 0,1
well. “Don’t tell me one of these is hers.” I twist my phone to Johnson, displaying some chick’s oiled up tits.
He laughs. “You’d know.”
I punch him in the upper arm.
“In all seriousness, though,” he says. “I don’t think so. Amber was ranting some shit about Lacey and Colt trying to take away her thunder. So, my guess is the rich fucks think your girl and her bro did this as some weird-ass retribution.”
“How old are these?” I would have known if she was doing something like this while I’ve known her. Can’t believe I even think she would.
“A few years. From what Amber said, it happened around the same time Lacey attended Portside.”
“Fuck.” This overshadows my issues majorly.
“What were you going to explain to me, then?” Johnson asks, as though reading my mind.
“It doesn’t matter.” Not when there are way worse issues at play.
***
“Have you seen the shit that’s going around?” I ask Beau the second he opens the back door.
“Why is Johnson behind the wheel?”
“Answer the damn question, Maun,” I demand as he settles in with a groan.
Maggie stands none-to-subtly at the front door of her house to see him off.
“You tap that?” Johnson asks.
“None of your fucking business,” Beau snaps.
Totally did something. “You seen it all?” I ask again.
“All what? The shit the girls are going nuts over?”
“Guess so.” I face forward again, refreshing my feed. “You didn’t look for yourself?”
Beau shakes his head, so I pass my open device back for him to browse. He goes quiet, eyes slowly growing wider the further along he gets. “Wow.”
“Hardcore, right?”
A brief second passes before he shakes his head. “Yeah, it is. But I was talking about what Lacey just text you.” He grins like a fucking looney as he passes the phone back.
Johnson chuckles beside me while I open the thread to read her message.
L: Wish we hadn’t been interrupted ;)
I kill the screen, shifting my hips a little at the memory of her taste. I’ll reply later when these jerks don’t watch over my shoulder.
“Wanna share?” Johnson teases.
“Nope.” I stare out the window with a deep frown.
Something nudges my elbow. I turn to look at Beau, where he sits behind Johnson, and catch the inquisitive lift of his eyebrows. “Does he know?”
I shake my head. J seems not to notice the exchange, preoccupied with turning into the Royal’s parking lot.
“Your old man have anything else to say before you left?” I ask as casually as I can muster.
“Nah.” Johnson shakes his head, lining up my truck between two dirty work vehicles. “I don’t think he even noticed I left. They were both fussing over Amber when I last saw them.”
“Got to be a first.”
His old man rides him about everything. Every tiny detail. For him to give Johnson such a wide pass might be a good sign that Mick took his conversation with Maggie’s mum seriously.
“Is Ed meeting us here?” Johnson asks.
“No. Why?” I take the keys from him.
“Thought if we’re all catching up to talk about Dee’s, he should be in on it.”
Shit. I never thought it would seem that way when I offered to give Beau a lift home, albeit with a detour.
“I guess that would be a good idea, huh?” I laugh.
Beau shakes his head, making it look awkward to climb out of the back without bashing his cast arm.
“How the fuck did that happen?” Johnson asks as I pull out my phone to contact the fourth member of our party.
“Fell off Betty.”
“He may have had one too many,” I add.
I look up when I realise our trio has gone quiet. “What?”
“You guys got drunk without me?” Johnson asks.
“Bro.” I pause with my thumb over Ed’s number. “We haven’t exactly been tight for the last few weeks. I didn’t think you’d want to join us.”
“Sure.” He strides away, heading for the bistro doors. “Whatever.”
“Did we do wrong?” I ask Beau once Johnson is out of earshot.
He shakes his head, watching our troubled buddy. “Don’t sweat it. He’s just a bit lost, I reckon.”
“True.” I nudge my elbow into Beau’s side, making him wince. “So? Did you hook up?”
His lips curl up on one side. “What do you think?”
LACEY
“Delete it all.” Dad pushes his laptop across the kitchen table toward Colt. “You’re playing with the emotions of people who never asked to have a part in this.”
I catch the glimmer of understanding in Colt’s eyes.
“I’d love to, Dad, but the pictures shared on social media didn’t come from me.” Colt gently closes the lid of the