I hightailed it back to my apartment with Tony in his souped-up truck right behind me. He had to be overcompensating for something.
Broadrick's motorcycle was still in the space next to mine, and I scowled at it while getting out of the car. I flashed Tony five fingers as a sign I'd be right out and grabbed Not Brent and Samantha, lugging them both back into the apartment. I didn't miss how he offered me no help.
Someone had clothing in the washer and dryer, and the loud vibrations covered my steps as my entourage trudged our way down. I heaved Katy's box into the room first, setting it on the floor next to the kitchen and then giving Broadrick a wide sweep of my arms, silently asking why the hell he was still there.
Not Brent ran to him, jerking the leash from my hands, and then the
