“What? Are you crazy? This boosted my followers again. I just hit three million on Instagram. I gotta ride this out.”
I sent a quick text to Carter to watch Bethany’s social media accounts.
CR: What the hell is going on? You’re face is all over the paps, K.”
KM: Enigma blow up. I have to go put out Hunter fires.
CR: Didn’t you do that last night? Or was that flame them?
KM: Har-har
CR: Babbles is Tweeting by the minute. Can we take away her charger? Hot dress on you tonight tho.
KM: Thx. Too bad it was a wasted dry cleaning bill. I’m fielding too many texts. Should I be worried about B?
CR: Nah, Babbles is just name dropping.
KM: Thank God.
CR: Why did you take her as a client again?
KM: Suicidal tendencies.
CR: I’m doubling up on your therapy sessions this week.
KM: No more Shiraz, we’re breaking up.
CR: Moscato it is. I’ll have it in the fridge.
KM: Bless you.
CR: I expect details tomorrow. You’ve been distressingly light on them, woman.
KM: Did we know H had a brother?
CR: There’s more of him? Sweet mother of God.
KM: Down boy.
CR: Is he as hot?
KM: Why do you care? I don’t think Felicity is up for a threesome.
CR: Are you kidding me? Felicity thinks I’m the bomb. I’m not showing her some Manaconda Sr.—or is that Jr?
KM: Not sure.
CR: But my sister is driving me crazy. Hook a brother up and I’ll work OT without complaining.
KM: Like that would ever happen.
CR: True.
There was a pause then a picture came through my phone. My eyebrows shot up. Had a similar look to Hunter only he was all light to Hunter’s dark.
CR: Yeah, so he’s hot as F. Older brother, Noah Jordan, ex-Army Ranger, now turned bodyguard. Works for Roth & Silver.
KM: Didn’t see that one coming.
CR: A Ranger and a Rockstar? Testosterone levels = max. Def can’t let Felicity meet them.
I shook my head, but had to admit that was a little too much manly man in the Jordan family.
KM: Felicity’s get out of jail free card is for Jensen Ackles anyway.
CR: Isn’t he everybody’s?
KM: Damn right.
CR: I expect a full report.
KM: Goodnight Carter.
CR: How am I supposed to live vicariously through you if ur stingy on the deets?
KM: Find a new hobby.
CR: Pft.
I checked the other messages that had come in while talking to Carter and shoved my phone back in my bag. Hunter was definitely the biggest fire I had to put out.
When the Uber pulled up to the station, Bethany’s eyes went wide.
“You’re going here?”
“You’re not my only client.”
“I mean, I knew you were riding the Manaconda, but I didn’t know it was a full-service thing.”
“Excuse me?”
Bethany tucked herself into the far corner of the car. “Nothing.”
My brain was actually going to boil. Honestly. “What the hell does that mean?”
“It’s just that people aren’t sure if he’s your client or boyfriend.”
Dammit. I was supposed to be in girlfriend mode, not PR fix-it stage. And I was definitely not going to discuss that with this little gossip hungry girl. “Right home, Bethany.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
But she was already on her phone. She was raising her phone to take a picture of the precinct. And that would be on Facebook and Twitter in about thirty seconds. Just awesome.
I ran up the steps and followed the signs to booking. It was still early in the night, and a Wednesday. Fairly quiet as far as arrests go. Unfortunately I’d been in this particular police station many times.
“Who’s in trouble this time, Red?”
I turned to the voice behind me. “We have to stop meeting this way.”
“Well, if you’d go out with me, then I wouldn’t have to accost you at the station every time you’re here to clean up one of your delinquent’s messes.”
I laughed and hugged my favorite cop in all the world. “It’s been awhile, Remy.”
Crinkles fanned out at the corners of his chocolate eyes. “Who you here for this time?”
“Me.”
I pulled back and dropped my arms. Hunter.
“That true?” Remy folded his arms over his chest.
I met Hunter’s angry gaze. “I’m still making up my mind.”
19
Hunter
“Don’t do me any favors.” The rage I’d almost put back in the box surged again. Noah dropped a hand onto my shoulder, his grip firm.
“What my little brother means, is we have it handled. Thanks, love, but you can be on your way.”
I fisted my hands.
She looked up at the cop. “Is he free to go?”
The officer inclined his head. “Just processed him out. Evidently he’s got friends in high places.”