Ten
Why had he agreed with Jace and Caden that they should ride in the same car to Delvers? Dalton thought to himself while trying to stretch his legs in the confined space. They had put him in the backseat when they knew his legs were longer than theirs. They had the air conditioner turned on full blast when it was cold outside. Were they trying to freeze his ass? This little trip was definitely not off to a good start.
“Are you whining back there?” Jace had the nerve to ask while eyeing him through the rearview mirror.
“What does it sound like?” he snapped, his gaze narrowing.
“Sounds like you’re whining.”
“Go to hell.”
Caden wasn’t saying anything, and it only took Dalton a few seconds to realize he was asleep. When his brothers had arrived at his condo to pick him up...thirty minutes late...both Jace and Caden had been wide-awake and in extremely good moods. How dare Caden sleep in the front seat while he was in the back, frozen and miserable? Glowering, he leaned forward and smacked his brother on the back of his head.
“What the hell?” Caden jerked around with a murderous look on his face. He rubbed his head. “What did you hit me for?”
Dalton shrugged. “You were sleeping. If I can’t sleep, then you can’t, either.”
Caden switched his gaze to Jace. “Pull over to the side of the road so I can whip his ass.”
Jace chuckled. “Don’t have time. Not if we want to meet with Dad at the scheduled time.”
“And whose fault is it that we’re running late?” Dalton sneered. He’d already figured out the reason for the delay. Jace had been smiling all morning. “I just don’t understand you and your wife. She’s pregnant already. Give it a rest.”
Jace shook his head. “You’re really in a bad mood today. Some woman rub you the wrong way?”
“Or didn’t rub you at all,” Caden suggested with a smirk.
Dalton rolled his eyes, deciding Caden’s comment didn’t deserve a response. “So how did Dad sound, Jace?” Dalton had gotten a call from Jace around eight last night saying their dad had finally returned his call and wanted to meet with them at ten this morning.
“Agitated. He wouldn’t go into any details over the phone, but you can bet he will try to talk us out of reopening his case.”
“When doves cry,” Dalton snorted.
“Glad we’re all in agreement, Prince,” Caden said, still rubbing the back of his head. “So are we still being followed?”
Dalton glanced through the car’s back window. “No reason we wouldn’t be. Those three guys take this bodyguard thing seriously. At least Stonewall’s no longer hiding. He joined me for a drink yesterday at McQueen’s.”
“He did?” Jace asked, looking at him through the rearview mirror again.
“Yes, and please keep your eyes on the road and not on me. Jeez. Do I need to drive?”
“Hell, no,” Jace and Caden said simultaneously.
“Besides, I don’t know why you’re whining, anyway,” Jace said, turning on the car’s blinker to exit off the interstate to the state road that would take them to Delvers. “That little red toy you drive is nothing but a death trap. You probably have more space in my backseat than you do in that entire car.”
“Yes, but you can’t beat the turbo power. Driving my toy is the next best thing to fucking a woman.”
Caden turned around with a silly grin on his face. “If you believe that, then you aren’t with the right woman.”