Page 21 of Whiskey Chase
“Dad had nothing,” Gibson spat out. “So, if you think you’re gettin’ rich off of some drunk’s estate, think again.”
“I don’t want anything from him,” Jonah said.
I stepped between them just in case Gibson decided to take a swing. Devlin moved with me.
“Well, I’m Scarlett,” I said, holding out my hand. “And I bet you have a lot of questions.”
Jonah looked at my hand for a minute before shaking it. “Hi, Scarlett,” he said softly, his voice so like my father’s made it feel like I was having a conversation with a ghost.
“Devlin,” Dev said, introducing himself. “I’m staying next door,” he said.
Jonah nodded. “I’m Jonah.”
“This is bullshit,” Gibson muttered.
“Then why don’t you walk away like you always do? Go mope in your fortress of solitude,” I snapped.
“We don’t know anything about this guy, and you want to be his friend?”
“Just ‘cause you don’t like what he has to say doesn’t mean you have to be a dick about it,” I retorted.
“He checks out,” Cassidy called from my driveway. She ambled back down with Bowie at her side and handed Jonah his driver’s license back. “Jonah Bodine, thirty, currently of Jetty Beach, Washington State. Few speeding tickets. No real bumps with the law.”
Bowie offered his hand. “Not sure what the etiquette is here. But I’m Bowie. I guess I’m your half-brother.”
“This is fucking ridiculous,” Gibson railed.
“Go home, Gibs,” I told him.
He ran a hand over his beard, and I saw anger in his ice blue eyes.
“Go on home until you can act like a human being,” I ordered.
“Where are you staying?” Gibson asked Jonah. It didn’t sound remotely friendly.
“Don’t tell him,” I ordered Jonah.
“Scarlett,” Jameson said quietly, laying his hand on my shoulder.
“We’re not goin’ brother against brother tonight,” I said stubbornly.
Gibson stormed off, and a moment later, we heard his muscle car rev up. He peeled out of my driveway sending gravel flying.
“If I have to arrest a Bodine tonight, I’m gonna be pissed,” Cassidy sighed.
“Whereareyou staying?” I asked Jonah.
“Don’t have a place yet,” he said. “I wanted to see how the introductions went to see if I’d be sticking around.”
I grinned. “I think they went all right, don’t you?”
Devlin snorted next to me.
“Shut up, Dev. Nobody got decked.”
“Why don’t you stay with me, Jonah? I got a couch and a lot of whiskey.”
“No!” The chorus was loud and insistent. Jameson, Bowie, and Devlin were glaring at me and shaking their heads.
