“Yup, spare. Tercel. Joker gave us the heads-up. We’re covered,” the guy in the greasy jeans said and twisted toward the bays. “Yo! Someone come get this bucket! Joker’s girl is here!”

I looked from him, mouth open to say something, to the lanky guy with the clipboard (thinking, seeing as he had a clipboard, he was probably someone with authority). But I didn’t say anything because he was looking me up and down with attractive green eyes and his lips were quirked like something was amusing.

Immensely amusing.

“We’ll need your keys,” he stated when his eyes again met mine.

“I, well, yes, of course,” I dangled them out in front of me while a man in coveralls jogged from the bay, heading our way. “I kinda have a financial situation.” I shared my understatement. “So can you give me an estimate before you take care of everything?”

Both men stared at me like I was crazy before lanky guy said, “We’ll get Joker to take care a’ that.”

I nodded and told him, “I have to grab my purse and something from the back.”

Greasy jeans guy came to me, nabbed my keys, and said, “Get ’em, babe.”

I looked to him, nodded agreeably, then rushed back to my car. I leaned in deep and grabbed my purse from where it sat in Travis’s car seat. Then I went to the back and got the pie.

When I closed the door and turned to the guys, I saw they were all leaned slightly to the right, heads tipped, eyes on my behind or, in the case of the lanky guy, my legs.

I felt warmth hit my cheeks and called, “Is Joker around?”

They all came to and looked to my face.

“She brought him pie,” the lanky guy muttered.

“Fuckin’ brilliant,” the greasy jeans guy also was muttering.

“Does Joker even like pie?” the coverall guy was only slightly muttering.

But my heart squeezed.

Didn’t he like pie?

Didn’t everyone like pie?

Oh no! What if he didn’t like pie?

“Does Joker like anything?” greasy jeans guy asked.

“I bet, today, he’s gonna like butterflies,” lanky guy noted.

“Today, I like butterflies,” greasy jeans guy declared.

I cleared my throat.

Lanky guy’s lips quirked again just as he jerked his chin to the right and said, “Compound.”

“Sorry?” I asked.

“Joker’s in the Compound, babe. Building over there.” He swung his clipboard in that direction and then smiled a highly appealing but definitely meaningful smile. “Go right on in. He’s not out front, someone in there will get him for you.”