Whiskey watches too.
Legend notices.
Of course he does.
“That,” Legend says, “is a problem for another day.”
Whiskey smooths his beard. “I have no idea what you mean.”
Oaks snorts. “Sure.”
Whiskey looks at him. “I control your club reimbursements.”
Oaks stops smiling. “You look handsome today.”
I’m too tired to laugh.
Legend turns back to me. “Go home. Don’t stop anywhere. Don’t call Vale. Don’t text Vale. Don’t breathe in his direction.”
“He’s still breathing.”
“Yeah.”
“Fix that.”
Legend’s face goes colder. “Not today.”
“Then when?”
“When we can do it without handing him the rope for Amelia and August.”
I hate that name in his mouth because he is right. Again.
The kid.
Always the kid now.
Legend steps closer so only I hear. “You love them angry, you’ll destroy them by accident.”
I look at him.
He doesn’t blink.
“I don’t love anybody.”
“Lie better.”
I walk past him before I say something that gets me punched by my president in a courthouse parking lot.
Widowmaker starts under me with a roar that feels good in my bones. I ride home with Oaks in the truck behind me and Whiskey probably telling Legend I’m a liability.
Fine.
I am.
Always have been.
Difference is, now being a liability can cost someone besides me.