Page 91 of Jonas

“You’re…um…good on my end as well. It’s…um…been awhile. And I’ve never either. That is, I’ve never had unprotected sex.”

Right.

Good we had that covered, but that’s not what she was actually asking about.

“I take it you’re not on birth control.”

“No. But, I…um…ended my period four days ago.”

“Good to know, baby, but still, shit happens. I pulled out, but we both know, shit happens with that too. I’m not that guy.”

The Mercedes made it to the intersection and I slowed down, hoping I got caught at the light. I needed more cars between us and the Merc.

“What kind of guy?”

The light changed to yellow, and much to the irritation of the cars behind me, I rolled to a stop.

“Shouldn’t you have run the light?”

“Calculated risk. There’s not enough traffic to blend in.” I kept my eyes on the Merc and answered her other question. “I’m not the guy who bails. Whatever happens we’re good. Saying that, we’ll be careful next time.”

My phone ringing interrupted our conversation.

Nebraska’s name flashed on the Escalade screen. Derrika beat me to hitting the connect icon. She also beat me to answering.

“Hey,” she greeted. “Did you get anything?”

“Still working on that,” Nebraska responded. “I’m calling to let you know that Kira turned on your work phone. You know, the one Anson gave you.”

“Yeah.”

“She found a tracking app installed.”

I didn’t have to be looking at Derrika to know she’d gone stiff. I could feel her anger filling the cab.

“I checked it.”

“Kira said, you’d say that. She also told me to tell you not to feel bad. She didn’t find it either. Not until she plugged your phone into her fancy-dancy spy computer. She ran some sort of software check and the computer found it.”

Well fuck.

“Since she turned the phone on does that mean the farm has been compromised?” I asked.

“What do you think this is, amateur hour?” Kira yelled.

“Keep your pants on, KK, I was just asking.”

“Don’t start with me, Four, I’m not in the mood.”

“I’ll keep you posted,” Nebraska said, as the light turned green.

With that, she disconnected.

“Seriously, y’all need an employee handbook that outlines phone etiquette,” Derrika grumbled.

“He has one. Though it doesn’t cover phone etiquette,” I told her. “It mostly covers who’s in charge until the mating ritual is complete and covers topics such as proper use of prophylactics.”

“Clearly you skipped that section.”