“Get him and let’s go. I’m in no mood to lie to Anniston about why your face is messed up. You’re on your own with explaining it to her.”
I nod, helping Lawson to his feet. The chick sniffles as we leave but helps her husband up, leading him to their house.
Theo has tucked the bat and without another word, heads to his car.
“Hey, Theo!”
He turns with an annoyed look.
“Thanks.” He really saved my ass today.
“I didn’t do it for you.”
Of course not. He did it for her. At the moment, I’m grateful for whatever reason. Lawson steps up beside me watching as Theo and Hayes drive away, rubbing at his ribs.
“I hope you have a really good explanation for this,” I bite, glancing down at the blooming welt on my arm from the cheap shot Gramps got off.
Clearing his throat, his lips pulled down in a frown, Lawson nods. “You’re right, we need to talk.”
I’ve got a sinking feeling shit’s about to get real.
Fuck.
