boss and that we should suck it up and make it happen.”
“That still holds true. What does he want now?”
“To change the stone. All of it.”
“He is definitely fucking with us. He got miffed when he found out Chloe was my old lady.”
Blaine leaned forward, elbows on knees, leveling a serious stare on Justin. “Something we need to take care of?”
He shook his head and said, “Chloe handled it.”
“You good with that?”
“No, I’m not good with that,” Justin snapped. “But I’m also not a dick. Rogers hasn’t crossed any lines. I can’t hang him by his balls for asking her a question or giving me and Tank shitty looks. Chloe says she can handle him. I’ll give her the space to do it, but if he crosses a line, I’ll kill him.”
“Okay. So what do you want to do about our issue?”
Justin narrowed his eyes, thinking about wringing Alan’s neck.
Blaine shook his head. “Let me rephrase that. What do you want to do about it that will keep you out of jail?”
“He thinks he’s got us bent over a barrel because of Chloe. Let’s show the pompous prick that we own his ass. Charge him for the stone we tore out and leave it on his property. Tell him we can’t restock it without risking chips and cracks. If he wants us to haul it away, then charge him for that, too. But let him know we can’t get to that for another week. Let’s let him feel the pain of these changes. If that doesn’t put a stop to him jerking our chain, I will.”
“I’ll take care of it.” Blaine looked at his watch and said, “Do you know why Mads wants to have lunch with us?”
“She’s been helping me with something for Chloe’s birthday. I figured it was about that and didn’t think to ask.”
“When is she getting here?”
“Right now,” their sister said as she breezed into the office wearing a bikini top and cutoffs. She plunked her pink helmet and her beach bag on Justin’s desk and said, “What’s going on? Are you in a rush for lunch?”
“I just want to get out of here and blow off some steam.” Blaine pushed to his feet as Marly came through the doors in her bikini top and shorts.
“Hi, guys. I hope you don’t mind that Mads invited me to tag along.” Marly set a large purse on the chair and fanned her face. “Boy, it’s hot out there.”
Blaine raked his eyes down her body and said, “It just got a hell of a lot hotter in here.”
Marly smirked. “Thanks, big guy.”
“Hi, Marly.” Justin glowered at Madigan and said, “Where’s your shirt? You shouldn’t be riding around topless.”
“It’s a bazillion degrees out there,” Madigan said.
“Shirt, Mads,” Justin said. “Now.”
“God!” Madigan grabbed her bag from the desk and said, “Why don’t you yell at Marly? It’s not like guys don’t see me on the beach like this.”
“Marly doesn’t drive something with only two wheels. On the beach you’re supposed to be wearing a bathing suit, but you don’t need to distract drivers on the road and end up getting hit by some asshole who’s paying more attention to your body than to driving.”
“I’ve got my shirt.” Marly pulled a shirt from her bag.
Blaine put his hand over hers and said, “No need to put your shirt on, Mar. I’m about to turn up the heat in here even more.” He whipped off his shirt, flashing an arrogant grin.
“Real suave, bro,” Justin said with a shake of his head.
Marly’s eyes were locked on Blaine’s abs. “He might not be suave, but the view is greatly appreciated.”
“This is not happening.” Madigan stepped between them and put her hands on her hips, glaring at Blaine. “Put your shirt on before you end up in the supply room with Marly.”
Blaine looked over Madigan’s head at Marly and said, “What do you say? Up for a little inventory?”
“I usually like a guy to buy me a drink first,” Marly countered.
Madigan tipped her face up to the ceiling and sighed dramatically. “Please make it stop.”
“You mean you didn’t invite Marly to lunch with us so we could hook up?” Blaine teased.
Madigan rolled her eyes. “Like you guys need setting up? You’re always disappearing together. Can you stop ogling her for a second? I need to talk with you and Justin about helping me find a place to live. Do you think you can put the word out that I’m looking for a place to rent? Someplace