Chapter 48
I gave Bishop an annoyed look. "Why'd you do that?"
"Do what?" he asked.
"Tell me to give it up." I turned to Joel and said, "Now I'll never know."
He said, "You mean how they're getting in?"
I nodded. "That was one of the reasons I didn't press charges. I was hoping they'd tell me."
From somewhere behind me, Jake gave a derisive snort.
I whirled to face him. "What?"
He was now leaning against the inside of the front door. "They weren't gonna tell you jack."
"Oh yeah?" I crossed my arms. "Why not?"
"Because you called the police."
"What's wrong with calling the police?"
"Nothing," he said. "If you're a sucker."
I stared at him.Talk about rude.
Next to me, Joel said, "Hey dickweed. No one asked you."
"Wrong," Jake said. "Sheasked me. Didn't you hear?" He grinned. "Or were you too busy checking out her legs?"
On instinct, I looked down. My shorts were definitely on the skimpy side, which meant that a lot of leg was showing. Maybe even too much. But in my own defense, I hadn't been expecting a houseful of people.
And now, I was blushing. Of course.
I turned my nervous gaze to Joel. He was looking at Jake in a way that made me wonder if a fight might break out any minute now.
I looked back to Jake. The idiot was still grinning, even in the face of Joel's hostility. Was Jake goading him? It sure looked that way.
In frustration, I looked to Bishop. He was their brother, too. Shouldn’thebe doing something to diffuse this?
My gaze narrowed. Apparently not. He wasn't even paying attention. Instead, he was scrolling through his cell phone, acting like everything was just fine.
I said, "What are you doing?"
"Waiting"
"For what?" I asked.
He looked up. "For them to finish."
"Finish what?" I said. "Fighting?"
He looked utterly unconcerned. "They're not gonna fight."
"Oh yeah? Why's that?"
"Because Joel wants you to think he's civilized."
