“You kill him?” Brick quickly switched topics and kissed my cheek.
“Yeah, about that.” I rested my hands on my hips. “Why the hell would you send Smokey Joe to run with me when he has the lung capacity of a five-year-old?”
“Jace was busy.” Brick shrugged.
“That so?” Trigger checked his phone. “I just saw him.”
“He’s avoiding the workout.” I hoped Trigger was in a chatty mood.
“Won’t hurt Rail.” Trigger grunted as he texted someone. “Next time, take Cooper.”
“Or you could run with me.”
Brick laughed as he left the room, and Trigger looked up at me. “You couldn’t keep up.”
“Wanna bet?” I bit into an apple.
The corners of his mouth went up into that oh-so-sexy look he gave me when the promise of s*x was in the air.
“And when I win?” He set his phone down and stood like a panther, ex
