Chapter Thirty
The second Maddie stepped through the door at Smith’s Sports Therapy she surveyed the mostly empty interior looking for the man. She went directly to the bar, where a Knight with a name patch declaring him Sigh stood tracking her approach.
“Where’s Romeo?”
“Who’s askin’?”
“A woman very pissed at him right now.”
Sigh chuckled. “Nothin’ new. Guess you expected more than a one-night stand with him?”
“No. I expected nothing from him but to stay out of my damn business.” Her voice got louder, and Sigh’s eyebrows inched higher, with each word she uttered. By the end she was practically screaming and Sigh was grinning like a fool.
“You call him?” the amused Knight asked.
No, because she wanted to face him in person. She didn’t want to hear his bullshit excuses over the phone. She wanted to be able to read his expressions. Maybe even kick him in the balls. “I take it he’s not here, then.”
Sigh shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not. He ain’t wearin’ an ankle monitor, so he’s not being tracked.”
What? She shook her head. “Is he in his place?”
“Again, maybe?—”
Maddie cut him off with a “stop talking” palm. The same as Roger gave her. With another impatient shake of her head, she pulled out her phone, found his number in her favorites—that would be changing soon—and called him.
After two rings, he picked up and before he could say a word, she demanded, “Where are you?”
Silence greeted her.
“Rome,” she growled into the phone. “Where the hell are you?”
“Shouldn’t you be at work?”
He had the balls to ask her that? “Maybe I am at work. ”
“When did they start playin’ Dr. Dre? Figured that fuck only like classical.”
Dr. Dre?
She paused and realized he was talking about the song I Need a Doctor playing in the background in the bar. She always thought it was an Eminem song. Huh.
She groaned. That was neither here nor there at this moment. “Where are you?”
“A few yards behind you.”