“This is it,” Dusty said and Quey looked at him. “No going back on it now, we roll out with them and we’re stuck with ‘em. There won’t be any convincing the Brood of anything else. They spot us with them now and they’re going to go ahead and assume we’re cohorts through and through, and that makes us cohorts who gave them the slip and played them as fools, which is the worst kind to be.” Quey smiled and nodded. “I reckon that ship’s already out to sea.” Dusty looked over his shoulder to the car where Rain was leaning in through the back passenger’s side door talking to Leone. He loved Rachel but that didn’t keep him from admiring her ass. It was well worth a gander. Quey smiled slightly and nudged him. “What?” Dusty asked. “I’m engaged, not dead.” He glanced back at her for a split then turned away. “’sides, she’s not really my style. You know I’ve always been more of a boob man.”
