“Serious as shit,” I replied immediately then pulled down my jeans.
I stepped out of them and straightened, hands to my panties.
“You gonna hang while I shower?” I asked on a tilt of my head.
His eyes were locked to mine. “I’m ride-along with you,” he declared.
“Man, I work alone.”
“Not anymore.”
I took my fingers out of the waistband of my panties and planted my hands on my hips. “Deal is, Knight’s job and only Knight’s job.”
“Deal is, we’re partners. We learn to work together so we don’t get dead workin’ together. That means we take every opportunity to work together. Sebring’s footin’ the bill and you got yourself extra hands, eyes and brains on your other jobs that have shit to do with him. Honest to God, you gonna turn your back on that?”
“Yes,” I returned instantly.
“Then that tells me that hard shell with sharp edges you grew isn’t about life but about protecting yourself,” he shot back. “Which means you won’t let me in because of the shit we share. That means it’s between us. And that means, we need to take each other’s back, with that shit between us, we’re f**ked. And that… partner, means, if that shit’s between us, you aren’t lookin’ forward. That’s bullshit. You got your eyes trained way the f**k back.”
Fucking f**k, f**k, f**k.
I held his gaze.
Then I told him, “Full can. Wet food. Cat bowls in the cupboard by the stove. She likes a clean one every day. And, by the way, I get out of the shower, before we hit the road, toast would be good. Don’t skimp on the butter and ignore the grape jelly. The kids eat that. I like orange marmalade and don’t skimp on that either.”
His head jerked to the side. “The kids?”
“Don’t f**k with me, partner, you know exactly who I’m talking about.”
“Adam, Leslie and Theo. Neighbor’s kids,” he stated immediately. “Then there’s Josh and Dora, your dead partner’s kids.”
Oh yeah. He’d looked into me but he was still fishing.
I didn’t know what to make of that so I didn’t make anything of it.
“You get more visitors than the Pope,” he remarked.
Yeah, he’d looked into me.
My eyes went down to see Gun slink into the room, rubbing her fluffy side against Creed’s jeans-covered ankle.
Damn cat. Figured. She only liked me and Adam and now, apparently, Creed. She didn’t give the side-rub to anyone she didn’t like.
Shit.
I got rid of this ass**le, me and my cat were having a chat.
I looked back up at Creed.
“Cat’s hungry,” I reminded him then I put my hands in my panties and yanked them down.
By the time I straightened, Creed was gone and I just caught Gun’s hind end rounding the door.
I didn’t bother closing the bathroom door to take my shower. He’d seen it before. It’d been years but he’d seen it. So had a number of other men.
Anyway, if he had a mind to my privacy, he’d keep well away and I needed that right about then.
Before I stepped in, I shouted, “Don’t forget the coffee! Strong!”