CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Blaser had been out on a tow. As soon as he pulled the truck into the garage lot, Dax came out and headed straight for him. Immediately, it was obvious something was up. The second Dax mentioned Bri, he was enroute to the apartment block, getting the rest of the story on the way.
He didn’t knock, it didn’t occur to him, he went straight into Bri’s apartment to find her seated on the couch with Ivy, Dax’s wife, drinking coffee. Their abrupt entry interrupted the women’s laughter.
When they silenced, Dax blew out a short whistle. “Come on, Minx, out of here,” he said. “Man’s got to sort out his female.”
“Yes, Master,” Ivy droned.
The women shared a look, then laughed again. Ivy put her cup down and exited with Dax, just like she’d been told to.
“Do you know the story o
