I squeaked. Hard dark eyes addressed me before the hiss of Radioman’s lawyer friend broke through the shock. “Keep your voice down.” “This is the entertainment you left the bar for?” I asked. “This isn’t what it looks like,” Seth whispered. “Play along like we don’t know each other, okay?” “Not what it looks like?” I whispered, my tongue stumbling over my lips. “I’ll explain later.” He held out his hand for my purse. My brain glazed over like a donut. That’d be good right about now ‘cause I could use something sweet to counteract the sour that flooded my stomach. “Please,” he said as another tall, dark, and scary man stepped from the house and followed the same path Seth had – ‘cept at a slower gait. “For both our sakes, act like we’ve never met.” Never met? Not what it looked like? And Grady had been worried about my association with Banker Boy. Oh, we were so going to have a conversation later – and this time I’d be happy to include Grady in it.
