Then he said, “I told you, got shit to do. I don’t have time to give you a chance to consider your options. It’s now or never. Walk out that door or stay and become Mrs. Walker.”
I pressed my lips together.
Then I took the nanosecond he was giving me to consider my options.
Then I sucked in breath.
Then I asked, “Can I have the first shower?”
* * * * *
Ty
Lexie’s phone rang as he walked out of the phone store. He yanked it out of his back pocket, turned it and saw the Colorado area code on the display, a number he knew. He flipped it open and put it to his ear.
“Yeah?”
“Bad news, brother,” Tate’s voice came at him and Ty pulled in breath.
Tate had been hard at work, not a surprise.
That was because Tatum Jackson always had his back. He probably didn’t sleep last night in order to have Walker’s back.
“Yeah?” he repeated.
“Your woman, she likes clothes.”
Walker’s chest released.
“Already know that,” he lied. He didn’t know it but the weight of her bag meant she stuffed that f**ker so full, the instant she opened it, it would explode all over the room.
Luckily, he’d given her her instructions and took off so he wasn’t around when that happened.
So he reckoned it was a good guess.
And now he knew Jackson had pulled her credit.
Guess confirmed.
He listened to Tate’s low laughter.
Then, “I bet.”
“That all you got?” Walker asked.
“Yep. She’s clean. No record. Four speeding tickets the last five years and a shitload of parking tickets. Your woman’s got a need for speed and thinks she can park anywhere she wants and she does.”
Walker would have guessed that too considering her ride. Not many women with classy shades, shoes and purses had rides that sweet. Hinted at a wild side. He thought it explained her connection with Shift but apparently it was something else.
“She carries debt, not a lot of it, “Jackson continued. “Over two credit cards a little over a thousand dollars. All payments current though. She rents. Works steady. Saw her DMV picture, brother. The State employee who took that should win an award. Best driver’s license picture I’ve seen in my life.”
Lexie was photogenic. Also not surprising. Though, probably the picture was actually shit, she was just so beautiful even a shit photo looked good.
Though the debt, not good. Not smart. She should have worried less about clothes and more about getting herself out from under Shift’s thumb.
“Sucks about her folks though,” Jackson went on.
Fuck.