Brock hadn’t moved away. He was eyeing Cross, who was standing behind me, with interest. Jordan was following Zellman looking for their bowling balls. Or I should correct that Zellman was looking, taking out a ball, testing it, giving it to Jordan. Jordan stood there, holding the ball. I had a feeling Jordan didn’t know where he was or what he was doing.

“Yeah,” Cross was saying over my shoulder, his chest touching my back. “We live together.”

Cross’ tone was noticeably cold.

I turned, frowning. His gaze was locked on Brock.

Brock was nodding. He was dressed more normal, in a Henley shirt and jeans. He said to me, jerking his head, “It was nice to meet your friends. I’m at the end of the bar if you need anything.” He gestured to the worker. “That’s Trundle. His first name is Justin, but just call him Trundle.”

Trundle was coming back to us, a little grin on his face. He was a bigger guy, in a black t-shirt that had an orange ghost on it, and khaki pants.

Pretty sure the weed smell was coming from him.

That, and his dilated eyes.

“Heya there. Sorry I didn’t put two and two together. My sister is Hawk.”

“Really?” Hawk hadn’t mentioned her family.

He nodded, his hand resting on the counter and starting to beat out a rhythm. “Older. She’s mentioned you and I should’ve known. Said you were hella hot, a tough bitch. Her words. That’s a compliment from my sis. If she mentions you, she either hates your guts or likes you.”

“Older sister?”

He nodded, his head and neck were so relaxed, it was like he was bouncing it up and down or like one of those bobble head toys. “Yeah, and hey, I don’t know if you guys are legal, but on the down-low, I can give you a soda with an extra kick.” He winked on the last word, his eyes jerking toward Brock. “Just don’t let Brock know. Bounty hunters and all, he looks down on that shit, but if Hawkie likes you, I figure you’re good people.”

Cross’ hand came to my hip. “Thank you.” He guided me away and moved behind me.

It was after we chose our balls and were on our lane when Cross sank down next to me. “That Brock guy was scoping us out. Should we be aware of something?”

I paused in the middle of tying my bowling shoes. “Huh?”

Cross nodded at him, his arm brushing against mine. “He’s watching us now.”

I straightened, seeing what he was talking about.

Brock was at the end of the bar, a pile of papers in front of him, but he was staring at us. At my own look, he didn’t turn away. A drink was in front of him, his phone on the counter. He had a faraway expression on his face.