Page 50 of Love is Blind
“Am I allowed to talk now?”
“I want a full report on Birdie Callaghan.”
Ink barks out a laugh.
“But it ain’t like that, right?”
It’s not.
Having Wiz look into Birdie saves me from another round of twenty questions and ensures my dick remains in my fucking pants.
“What are you fellas talking about?” I spin around at the sound of Holly’s voice and she flashes me a smile. “Glad you’re back.”
Maverick comes to stand behind her, his arms winding around her waist.
“I second that,” he says, his eyes locking with mine. “You good, brother?”
I jerk my head slightly and glance at Holly.
“Thanks for taking care of Birdie.”
Her smile stretches even wider.
“She’s—”
I cut her off knowing very well she’s about to sing Birdie’s praises.
“That stunt you pulled wasn’t cool, Hol,” I say, stepping toward her. I bend my head and press my lips to her forehead. “Love you, but you need to stay out of my business, darlin’.”
I’m struggling enough as it is.
“It sucks being the only woman around here,” she pouts.
I’m sure it does, but that’s not on me. There are a dozen other brothers here that can find her a friend.
“Holly,” I warn.
“I like her, Ghost.”
Yeah, so do I. That’s the fucking problem.
Chapter Twelve
Birdie
“I don’t understandwhy I had to come to work with you today,” I complain as Emmy sets a platter of wings in front of me. At least she knows the way to my heart.
“I’m too tired to do anything when I get home from work,” she explains. “This gives us a chance to finally catch up.”
Picking up a wing, I lift my chin. I should’ve realized she wasn’t done meddling. Well, it’s going to take more than a dozen buffalo wings to get me talking.
“So, what you’re saying is this is the perfect opportunity for you to stick your nose into my business.” I frown. “I told you I only like the drums.” I toss the flat onto the plate and feel around for a drum.
“The cook doesn’t separate them, Birdie,” Emmy responds with a huff. “If you don’t want to tell me why you’re here, I can at least help you search for a job. It’s slow during the day here and I brought my laptop.”
I roll my eyes and suck the buffalo sauce from my thumb.
“Good luck with that. I’m not qualified to do much, and it has to be off the books, or I risk losing my disability check.”
