The down room was where the boys had meetings and hung out if they were on cal . It also had a variety of fitness and weight lifting equipment. There was a couch but in the few times Mace had taken me to the offices the last time we were together, I’d never seen anyone sitting on it. The boys were usual y on the treadmil or the weight bench.
In other words (if you hadn’t already figured this out), the Nightingale Men didn’t real y know the meaning of “down time”.
As Juno and I entered the room, I saw Jules, Ava and Jet had their asses planted on the couch and they were sipping coffee. Daisy was sitting in a chair, leaned back, filing her nails. Al y had lifted up the back of the weight bench and she was lounging on it, legs straddling the bench. Indy and Roxie were seated at a table, playing double solitaire, mugs of coffee beside the cards.
In case this had not been proved irrefutably, their mel ow demeanor was verification they were al effing nuts.
“Is Shirleen okay?” I asked upon entry, Juno loping toward Roxie who had leaned to the side and was snapping her fingers at my dog.
“She’s fine but she’s pissed. She has to buy a new couch,” Al y replied.
I stared at Al y.
This answer both relieved and confused me.
“Thank God. Looking at that old one gave me a migraine,” Jet muttered.
I turned to stare at Jet.
“I liked it. Al those big swirls, black against white.
Drama. It was pure Shirleen,” Indy commented.
My gaze swung to Indy.
“Maybe Luke and I should get a new couch,” Ava put in thoughtful y. “I’m not sure I’m into al that leather.” I looked to Ava.
“I like Eddie’s couch,” Jet was stil muttering. When my eyes moved to her, I saw she had a smal smile on her face and it didn’t take a mind reader to know why she liked Eddie’s couch.
“Sugar, how you doin’?” Daisy asked and my gaze went to her to see hers was sharp on me.
I was pretty happy we weren’t talking about couches anymore, that’s how I was doing.
I opened my mouth to speak then clamped it shut.
Mace told me the Rock Chicks needed to be kept in the dark.
Effing hel .
So instead of sharing (anything), I said, “Hanging in there,” and it wasn’t a total lie.
Things were good with Mace and me (which I couldn’t tel them), shit everywhere else (but that wasn’t news).
However, I had a feeling that I had one more trial to get through when Mace final y told me the whole truth about Caitlin. And, after what happened that morning, I preferred someone shooting at me to whatever Mace had to say.
I walked deeper into the room and in order to get off the subject of me, I asked (against my wil taking the conversation back to couches), “What’s this about Shirleen’s couch?”
Daisy waved a hand in the air. “Oh, she just shot the guy who broke in this mornin’, used her .44, which means mess, comprende?”
It was Daisy I was staring at now.
Shirleen just shot the guy who broke in?
With a .44?
Why did Shirleen have a .44?
Strike that, I didn’t want to know.