The pitch of her voice was higher with her surprise when she asked, “You’re in a group?”
“It consists of Axl, Mag, Auggie and Boone. Sometimes, shit goes down with one of us, or one of us sees the other’s got somethin’ up, we hit someone’s crib, have a few beers, talk it out.”
“Axl, I know. Mag, Auggie and Boone?”
“More of Hawk’s men, my boys.”
“Oh.”
“Mag’s my roommate.”
More surprise. “You have a roommate?”
“Tammy took off, he was looking for a place. Moved in.”
“Right.”
“Good guy,” he muttered.
“I’d hope you wouldn’t move an asshole in with you.”
Mo grinned at her.
“What kind of name is ‘Mag?’” she asked.
“Short for Magnusson, his last name.”
“Is his first name Kourtney?”
He started laughing again, and through it, said, “No. It’s Daniel.”
“Speaking of Daniel. Boone, last or first?”
Mo kept laughing. “First. Last name Sadler. And before you ask, Auggie is Augustus Hero. And I’ll confirm, his last name is actually Hero. He gets the most shit. He says it’s Greek and since most women treat him like he’s a god, I don’t figure he’s lying. Axl is Axl Pantera.”
“I was pretty sure Axl was a god,” she told him. “So if Auggie is a god, then I can’t wait to meet him.”
“Axl’s a cat.”
“As in tom?”
“Exactly.”
That made Lottie laugh.
He pulled her closer so he could feel it better.
Lottie cuddled in and fell silent.
When she said no more for a while, he again urged, “Now go back to sleep.”
“What are you gonna do?”
“Hold you for a while. Then I might get up and hit the gym. But I’ll come back, probably before you get up again.”
“Okay.”
He waited for more, but that was all she said.