bridge onto a boat! With his client in the car, I might add.”
Joker held up a hand. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, and if you tell him, I will deny it completely, but in Ace’s defense, it was either plunge into the ocean or land on the garbage boat.”
“Or, hear me out now. Or maybe, he could have used the brakes. I know he forgets cars come equipped with them, but still. Just saying.”
Sil shook his head. “At the speed he was going, no way the car would have stopped in time unless he’d hit the brakes before he got to the drawbridge, which sort of defeats the purpose of the whole car chase.”
“That’s another thing. Why is he always getting into car chases? No one else gets into car chases. I’ve never been in a car chase.”
“What exactly are you going to drive in this imaginary chase?” Joker asked with a laugh. “The Nerd Mobile? That thing is the size of a small building.”
“First of all, kiss my ass. Second of all, I drive other vehicles.”
“You also have common sense and your name isn’t Anston Sharpe,” Maury provided helpfully.
“This is true. Thank you, Maury.”
Maury winked at him and offered a little salute.
“How’s it going?” Joker asked Sil, his expression giving nothing away.
Sil peered at him. “Good. Why?”
Joker shrugged. “No reason.”
“Yeah, that’s believable. I hope your poker face is better than that.”
Joker pursed his lips, his narrowed eyes on the younger man. “I think I might actually like you.”
Sil narrowed his gaze in return. “I think I find the idea slightly terrifying.”
With a chuckle, Joker stood. He patted Sil’s shoulder before heading for the door. He whistled, and Chip darted to his side. “Let’s go, Jack.”
Jack waggled his eyebrows at his team. “Chip’s not the only one who gets cranky when he’s hungry.”
Joker flipped him off, making them laugh, and Chip barked his two cents. “You heard him. Move your ass, Constantino.”
Jack rolled his eyes and waved at his team as he left, bumping into Emmett on the way out. Emmett smiled brightly. He shoved his glasses up his nose, his cheeks going pink.
“Sorry.”
“No problem. Hey, I’m on my way out, but I thought you, me, and Sil could have lunch this week.”
Emmett’s brow furrowed worriedly, his big brown eyes going from Jack to Sil and back.
“Hey, don’t look so worried. No one’s in trouble. I think it’s time the three of us sat down and cleared the air. I’d love it if two of my best guys started getting along. What do you think?”
Emmett glanced over at Sil, uncertainty written all over his face before he wrinkled his nose and let out a resigned sigh. “Okay. I guess it’s time to give the squirt a chance.”
Jack patted Emmett’s shoulder. “Fantastic. I’ll send you the details later.”
“Okay. Enjoy your lunch.” Emmett walked into the room, making Jack smile when he nodded a greeting to Sil, smile and everything. At least that went well.
In the elevator, Jack turned to his best friend. Sacha had always been an incredible judge of character. He had a gift for sussing people out just by studying them or talking to them for a few minutes. It was a little creepy.
“What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking I could go for a Cuban sandwich with some fries and a milkshake.”
“Really?”
“I’m also thinking that if Sil is up to something, he’s good at hiding it, like too good.” He seemed to think about it for a moment. “I didn’t get any weird vibes off him. He either is exceptionally confident or whatever his reason for being secretive isn’t related to his job and not something for you to worry about. I’d keep an eye on him for a bit, just in case.”
“Thanks.” Jack hoped Joker was right and he had nothing to worry about where Sil was concerned. Now if he could only stop worrying about the damned auction.
“It’s going to be fine,” Joker assured him.
“I was thinking about the auction.”
“I know you were. It’s going to be fine.”
It was a little scary how well Sacha knew him. “Thanks.” He considered himself pretty laid-back about most things, but where relationships were concerned, he always felt like he was in uncharted waters. Choppy waters. At times, he wished he were more like Joker, who never worried about relationships, mostly because he didn’t have them, and he seemed perfectly happy without them. Was he more nervous about the auction part of the evening or running into Fitz?
Fitz.
“Is it too early