He kicked at the ground. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Why have you been dodgin’ Lucas?”

His hand went to his hips. “Why have you?”

I snorted. “Fair enough, and I’m not now.” I waited a beat and then added, “Just, if you need to talk and don’t feel like poppin’ into their bubble of happiness, I’m here.”

He smiled, lifted his leg, and tapped his foot against mine. “Same goes for you.”

“What’s goin’ on?” a new voice said, one I recognized.

Saint stepped around West’s car. Where he’d come from, I wasn’t sure. Maybe he’d been on his phone setting up a date.

I glared. “What’re you doin’?”

He held up his phone. “On a call.”

Fucking knew it. Asshole.

“What were you two whisperin’ about?” Saint asked as he stopped beside me to lean against West’s car.

“Nothing,” West said quickly. Too quickly.

Saint’s brows rose. He twisted my way more, leaning just his left side into West’s car. My gut danced around. Saint laughed. “Oh, now I know I’m onto somethin’. What did you two do, and it better fuckin’ not be each other.”

I sucked in a sharp breath and then choked on my saliva while West just stood there and stared at Saint like he didn’t know him. It was possible he didn’t because I wasn’t sure of this side of Saint either.

“Why couldn’t we do each other?” West stupidly questioned.

Saint swung a scowl at West, who took a step back. West then looked to me, where I shrugged, and then back to Saint, as Saint said, “Because…” I held my breath. Where in the hell would he go with this? “…I’d be pissed. There’s a rule that employees can’t sleep together.”

I relaxed a little. Saint was going to give me a heart attack.

West gave off a shaky laugh. “Not to worry there, Saint. We’re not sleeping together.”

Saint grinned wide. “Good to know then. So what were you guys hidin’ in the back of the car?”

He fucking knew all along we had something in the car, so why question if we were screwing? Jesus Christ, I wanted to punch him, grab him, and kiss him all at once.

“Mugs,” West said. “Wreck’s mug.”

Saint let out a bark of laughter. “Shit, you guys are gonna get it.”

“It was Kylo,” West said, and caught my glare before he added, “I’m getting back to work.” Then he practically ran away to the moving van and grabbed another box.

A hand brushed over my hip and I immediately realized I should have followed him. I jolted, straightened, and stepped forward.

“Kylo,” Saint called.

I turned. “Shouldn’t you be calling me ‘prospect’?”

He shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets and leaning back against the car. “What are you doin’ tonight?”

“Busy” was all I said.

He grinned and rocked forward, then moved closer to me. “What’re you doin’?”

“Gettin’ back to helpin’.”

He shook his head. “What are you doin’ tonight?”