Page 33 of The Defender
“That’s not what a drive-by is.” Noah gave me a pained expression as he walked away, Adil talking his ear off the entire time.
Asher also excused himself a minute later to use the loo. I was alone for the first time since I arrived, and instead of joining one of the other Blackcastle tables, I picked up my phone.
I hesitated before I typed a quick message and hit send.
What are you up to?
A minute passed. No response.
I rubbed a hand over my mouth. Maybe I should’ve gone with Noah and Adil to the bar after all.
Just when I thought it was a lost cause, a new text popped up onscreen.
Brooklyn
I’m at dinner with my dad. Wbu?
With her dad.Not a date.The vise in my chest loosened.
Hanging out at the Angry Boar with the team
They’re playing our song
The Angry Boar was one of the few pubs in town with a jukebox. Mac’s wife was a big music fan, and he’d installed it for her. Proof that even old grumps had a romantic bone or two.
Brooklyn
???
Brooklyn
How much have you been drinking? We don’t have a song
I beg to differ
I Hate Loving You. Riley K.
Three dots popped up, disappeared, then popped up again.
Brooklyn
One, I don’t believe for a second that they’re playing teen pop in a London pub
Brooklyn
Two, we’ve never listened to Riley K together
Brooklyn
Three, you know that song is about love AND hate, right?
1) Believe it
2) No, but it made me think of you
3) Obviously
Brooklyn
