I frowned. Was that normal? But then again, he got released because of a dirty cop, so maybe he was more known than I would’ve thought.

“What’s it going to be?”

Cross raised an eyebrow at me.

I shook my head, saying, “We’ll have to think on it.”

Drake groaned from his end. “Don’t tell me you need to do a stupid ‘crew meeting’ about it? Or are your boys there?”

I glared at the phone because it wasn’t any of his business, then I forced myself to relax. I chided back, “No. Jordan is actually on his way to Roussou today, not that it’s any of your business. And don’t be jealous, Drake, just cause you don’t have a crew.”

He snickered. It was short and sweet. “Fine. I can wait till your boys get back. Have your crew meeting. I got phone time tomorrow morning, or I can email you with the name. Your call.”

That was it.

I started to get up from the bed.

Then, “Hey, Shaw.”

I paused, the bedcover half in the air.

Cross’ thumb had been moving to the end button. “Yeah?”

“You guys are all in Cain, right?”

“How’s that your business?”

“We got a Tim Harper on the prison board here. Word around here is that he’s big where you are. I know his kid. Can you believe that? Random, huh? What are the odds that you know him, too?”

I was up in a heartbeat and snatching the phone back. “Are you on social media? I didn’t think you could go on there from prison.”

He laughed, this one lasting long and it sounded ripe. “No, no. We can email. That’s about it, but I just thought what a small world, right? So do you guys know a Harper there?”

I recognized this new tone from him. He was fucking with us, and not giving a damn, I ended the call.

“Do you—”

Nope.

I tossed the phone onto a pile of clothes, grabbed his hand, and tugged him back to bed. He needed those sweatpants off and right now.

“Okay, then.”

I laughed, my mouth finding his, and there were no more words shared.

Chapter Fifty

CROSS

“Dickweed.”

Not this again.

I rotated on a pivot, my hand already up in the air. Blaise was coming in from behind me, and I grabbed him by his throat. The momentum of him coming to a stop, and I backed him up to a tree behind him. Slamming him against it, I was in his face. “Stop. Calling. Me. That.”