“You’re really in a bad mood today. Some woman rub you the wrong way?”
“Or didn’t rub you at all,” Caden suggested with a smirk.
Dalton rolled his eyes, deciding Caden’s comment didn’t deserve a response. “So how did Dad sound, Jace?” Dalton had gotten a call from Jace around eight last night saying their dad had finally returned his call and wanted to meet with them at ten this morning.
“Agitated. He wouldn’t go into any details over the phone, but you can bet he will try to talk us out of reopening his case.”
“When doves cry,” Dalton snorted.
“Glad we’re all in agreement, Prince,” Caden said, still rubbing the back of his head. “So are we still being followed?”
Dalton glanced through the car’s back window. “No reason we wouldn’t be. Those three guys take this bodyguard thing seriously. At least Stonewall’s no longer hiding. He joined me for a drink yesterday at McQueen’s.”
“He did?” Jace asked, looking at him through the rearview mirror again.
“Yes, and please keep your eyes on the road and not on me. Jeez. Do I need to drive?”
“Hell, no,” Jace and Caden said simultaneously.
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