Page 119 of Lost Trust

She ignores that completely. “Where’s Marina?”

I shrug. “I don’t know.”

Harleigh slowly turns toward me, one hip jutting out as she plants a hand on it, and her expression sharpens into the unmistakable look of a woman who already suspects you’re guilty of something. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You were so in when I left you two on the dance floor.”

I take another drink. “I have no fucking clue,” I admit.

Harleigh narrows her eyes at me like she doesn’t believe a word coming out of my mouth.

I flag down the bartender. “Whatever she’s having. On my tab.”

The bartender gets to work while Harleigh scans the room.

“We need to go sit with Jovie,” she says.

I look around, just realizing I haven’t seen Jovie in a minute. “Where’d she go?”

“She’s been saving us a table close to the bar. Good view of all the television screens, and she’s sitting all alone.”

“Fuck,” I say. “Axle would have my ass.”

I glance around the crowded bar. “Where the hell is Cabe?”

Harleigh points toward the corner. I follow her finger. And stop.

Cabe is sprawled on a couch beside the dartboards with a scantily clad redhead straddling his lap.

Her hands are tangled in his hair, her mouth firmly attached to his, and her hips are rocking against him. The two of them look like they’ve completely forgotten there’s a whole bar full of people surrounding them.

“What the fuck?” I breathe.

Harleigh sighs. “Oh, no one told you?”

I drag my gaze from Cabe back to her. “Told me what?”

She takes the drink the bartender sets down and gives it a stir with her straw. “Your baby brother has turned into quite the drunken slut over the past year.”

My eyes widen. “What?”

Micah takes a slow sip of his whiskey. “It’s true.”

I look back at Cabe. That’s not the kid I know. He’s always been the steady one. The responsible one. The guy who knows when to call it a night and make sure everyone else gets home.

Micah leans closer. “Ever since he found out about Axle and Jovie, his dick has apparently gone on tour.”

I stare at him. “That’s not good.”

Micah shrugs. “Let him get it out of his system.”

I look back at Cabe just as the redhead runs her mouth down his throat.

Geezus.

Harleigh grabs her drink. “I’m going to find Marina.” She starts to walk away, then glances back at me. “Axle’s turn should be up soon.”