I half-expected him to tell her to get it herself. But he didn't. Instead, looking more disgruntled than ever, he got out and opened the rear door, and then waited while she climbed inside.
A minute later, the limo squealed away, leaving me alone with the two brothers.
Was I crazy?
Probably.
But as it turned out, I wasn't half as crazy as they were.
Chapter 4
The limo had just disappeared around the corner when the brother turned to me and asked, "So where'syourride?"
I tensed. So he didn't know? "Um…"
The first guy said, "We'reher ride."
The brother frowned. "In what?"
The first guy pointed toward the car that had just arrived. "My car. What else?"
The brother made a scoffing sound. "That's whatyouthink."
Beyond humiliated, I asked, "Is there some sort of problem?"
The first guy shot his brother a warning look. "No."
"The hell there isn't," the brother said. "The car's a two-seater."
The first guy gave a tight shrug. "Then you should've brought the Benz."
"Yeah, but I didn't."
"I know," the first guy said, "so you'll need to go on your own."
The brother was glaring now. "In what?"
The first guy pointed vaguely toward the wreck. "I dunno. Grab a van."
"I'm not driving a fucking van," the brother said.
I glanced around. There were three vans parked along the desolate city street. Two were fine. The third had been sideswiped by the brother's car. I said, "Don't tell me, you own the vans, too?"
The brother said, "Does it matter?"
I wasn't sure how to answer. Hell, I wasn't even sure if that was a serious question.
Luckily, the first guy replied on my behalf. "Hey, I already told you, stop being a dick."
"You did not." The brother looked back to me and said, "You were here. You hear him say that?"
I froze. "Um…" I hadn't. But I hated the idea of saying so. Going for some sort of compromise, I stammered out, "Well…he told you to watch your language, so that's sort of implied, right?"
The brother shook his head. "Wrong." He looked back at the first guy and said, "And I'm not gonna watch my fucking language either."
The first guy smiled. "Then it's a good thing you're driving separately, isn't it?"
"In what?" the brother asked for the second time. "And don’t say a van, because that's not happening."
