Page 84 of Hold Back
“You normally warn me you’re coming,” Red pointed out.
“We were on patrol when we received a message from CDR. We thought we’d deliver it in person.”
Jace followed him in, smirking at Red. “Don’t mind him. He’s only grumpy because Joseph is out of town again.”
Red raised an eyebrow. “He is?”
“Business,” Mo said shortly.
“You didn’t go with him?”
“The clients are high-end hotels Joseph’s been trying to win forever. I don’t suit the mold for his security. He wants Armani, not leather.”
Red wasn’t sure what shocked him the most. Hearing Armani come out of the mouth of a mountain man or the fact Mo had let him go.
“Mo’s sulking,” Jace said.
Mo scowled at him. “I’m not sulking.”
Jace wrapped an arm around the smaller man’s shoulders. “Yeah, you are, but it’s understandable.”
“Gerrof me or I’ll tell your wife.” Mo flung his arm away and scowled at both of them.
“Who’s taking care of your boy?” Red asked.
“CDR. Not Biker Daddy Bodyguards. If Quinn was here, I’d ask him or Craig, because they’re more civilized and they don’t let Joseph get away with pulling his crap. But Quinn is still in London. Good call, sending him there.”
“His boy needed him,” Red said simply.
“He did. Cade was about to pull out of the tour so you saved the band from a financial hit. You will get a bonus from CDR for that.”
Red furrowed his brow. “I don’t need a bonus for telling a Daddy to get his ass to his boy.”
“You know that, I know that, but Daysance management is grateful. Speaking of, where’s your boy?”
Red shrugged. “In the panic room.”
“I’m here,” Kit said. “My Daddy forgot me.”
Red held out his hand. Kit hesitated, then he wandered over, making it a point that he was doing this on his terms, not Red’s. Red tugged him in for a hug.
“Where is Craig?” Kit asked.
“I can’t tell you that,” Mo said. ‘Need to know.”
Kit grunted.
“What was the message?” Red asked to defuse the tension.
Mo looked between them. “Do you want to have this conversation here?”
“If this involves me, you’re not shutting me out. And don’t give me excuses. I need to know.” Kit flung Mo’s words back at him.
“Kit, clear the table,” Red said. His boy gave him a mutinous glare but Red continued, “Jace, please could you make coffee?”
He could give his boy an order but not a bodyguard who was probably more senior than him in the Biker Daddy Bodyguards.
“Will do,” Jace said cheerfully. “Kit, do you know where everything is because I’ve got no idea.”
