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“Jesus Christ, do I have to spell it out for you?”
“Yes!”
“I love you, God damnit!” he roared.
“Well, I love you too, you arrogant, overbearing?—”
I didn’t get the rest of the words out because Bones reached across the car, grabbed my face in his hands, and kissed the breath out of me.
When he pulled back, we were both breathing hard. He pressed his forehead to mine. “No more bullshit.”
“No more bullshit,” I agreed.
A smack landed on the hood of my car, instantly pulling my attention.
“Fornicate somewhere else!” Kelp called out.
Bones looked at me and raised his brows.
I shot him a grin. “I didn’t really want lunch anyway.”
“I was supposed to go back to the garage,” I said as I snuggled closer to Bones.
He moved the pillow behind his head to get more comfortable and then settled again. “Why?”
“Rach wanted to talk. I got the feeling she and Logan wanted to patch things up.”
“Text them,” he said.
“I don’t have their numbers.”
“I have them.”
“What am I even supposed to say?” I asked, forcing myself up.
“Maybe you don’t say anything. Maybe you give them a chance to speak first.”
I threw him a glare over my shoulder.
“Did you tell Charlie what happened?” he asked.
“I gave her the highlights,” I said with a sigh.
“What did she say?”
“She didn’t say much,” I admitted. “She wasn’t sure how to even process everything that’s happened. Between the wedding and the call about Darcy, my blowout with Logan and Rach—it feels like I shouldn’t even have had a blowout, you know? Like, I just met them. I shouldn’t have weighed in. I wasn’t in the thick of it. I’d just met Darcy. I had no right to?—”
“Fine, don’t talk to them. But you’ll see them tomorrow at the funeral and you’ll have to deal with it then. Now, you promised me lunch, so what are we going to do about it?”
“Tell you what, why don’t we head to the clubhouse so you can grab a few of your things, including a clean shirt. I’ll take you to lunch and then we can come back here and do more of what we just did.”
“You want me to keep shit at your house?”
“I have stuff in your clubhouse room already,” I reminded him.
“You do,” he agreed. “We gonna talk about it?”
“Talk about what?”
