“Fuck,” he roars and stands to jump from the bed to wrap the sheet around his waist as he grabs his phone.
“Who are you calling?”
“Royce. There’s more to this. I need to get her out of here for a while.”
“Cane,” I growl.
“Gregor, I’ve got this, and I know she’s too good for me.”
I snort. I never said that. Cane is a good man. He’s just yet to realize it.
“This needs to be handled. Ally can’t cover for her friend a second more, I mean it.”
This gets my attention. I narrow my eyes because it’s clear my brother still isn’t coughing all the details up. However, now I know Ally’s problem is my problem and I’m going to fix it.