Page 32 of Apex of the Curve
“What brought that on? Do you know?”
I nodded. “That’s what I want to talk to Mav about.”
“We going to dish out a lesson in how to treat a lady?” he asked, and I took a deep breath, blew out my cheeks and shook my head.
“She asked me not to.”
He leaned back and eyed me critically. “And you’re gonna listen?”
“For now,” I said.
“Then what’s Mav got to do with anything?” he asked, dark brows knitting together.
“Was hoping that he could put me in touch with the club’s lawyers. See if they knew a good divorce one for Aspen. Hers, apparently, isn’t doing a whole lot.”
“You really like this girl,” he stated, and he wasn’t asking so I didn’t answer. Beside that, I didn’t think there was any denying it at this point. I knew myself – enough to know that I hadn’t and wouldn’t do this for just anyone.
He stared at me until I finally had to relent, roll my eyes, and nod some kind of affirmation.
“So, you seen Mav?” I asked and Dump Truck, still looking at me as if he were mystified, jerked his head toward the dividing wall and the counter beyond.
I followed the gesture with my gaze and noted Little Bird on the phone with a customer and the office door behind her which usually stood open, shut tight.
“Thanks, bro.”
“No problem, let me know how things turn out.”
“I surely will,” I promised.
I went to see what the boss man had to say, see if he maybe had any insight.
