Hold On (Page 149)

“We’ll have a chat with our cap and expect a phone call later this afternoon,” Mike answered.

“Hope you’ll get one, which means we’ll be done,” Harleman murmured, looked to Cutler and said, “Let’s go.”

Cutler moved, not surprisingly, without handing out hugs or heartfelt good-byes.

Harleman moved with him.

Tanner, Ryker, Mike, and Garrett watched.

Faria dragged her heels.

They heard the door to the offices close behind Harleman and Cutler and then they saw Faria stick her head back through Tanner’s office door.

She looked to Garrett.

“You won’t find this amusing either, but that doesn’t mean it’s not interesting. Name you’re gonna get on who did your vic is a name you ran four days ago. We couldn’t say it so Cutler wouldn’t know it. We only lost track of one soldier Wednesday morning. It was Paxton who did your girl.”

With that, she took off.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Garrett muttered.

“Not that I give a shit,” Ryker started, and Garrett swung his attention to him to see the big man looking at him, “but Lissa’ll be pissed if she’s uninvited to Ethan’s birthday party. We good?”

“We aren’t,” Garrett answered immediately. “But I’ll suck it up and pretend so Ethan can have whatever present Lissa buys him.”

“Good call. She’s generous,” Ryker muttered.

“I know,” Garrett muttered back.

“What I wanna know,” Mike stated at this point, eyes to Ryker, “is how you got the balls to buy Hilligoss prior to a meeting and not bring enough for everyone?”

“Place ain’t closed. You want a donut, go buy a donut,” Ryker shot back.

“It’s common decency, man,” Mike returned.

“I ain’t common and I ain’t decent,” Ryker decreed.

No truer words were spoken.

“Just sayin’, we all got shit to do, so how ’bout we all go our ways and do it?” Tanner suggested.

“Good idea,” Garrett agreed.

He and Mike headed to the door.

As they did, Garrett made no reply and just kept on walking when Ryker called out, “You can thank me later, sport.”

They were in line at Mimi’s when Mike started chuckling.

“Don’t start,” Garrett warned.

“Jesus. Ryker, a matchmaker,” Mike murmured, the words shaking with humor.

As they hit the front of the line, Garrett lifted his chin to the girl behind the counter, who had blue hair, and said to Mike, “He sucks at it.”

“Don’t know, Merry, you get laid last night?”

Garrett turned to Mike.

“This morning?” Mike asked.

Garrett said nothing.

Mike watched his partner be silent a beat.

Then Mike burst out laughing.

* * * * *

Garrett had the door to his condo open barely an inch before the smell assaulted him.

He didn’t even have to eat it to know it was brilliant.

He pushed through, saw Cher in his kitchen, Ethan on his couch, and two sets of bright, happy brown eyes turned his way.

One set smiled.

The other did as well.

But the mouth under it shouted, “Merry! Guess what?”

He grinned at his woman, then turned that grin to her son.

“What, bud?” he asked, throwing the door closed behind him and walking to the dining room table, shrugging off his suit jacket.

“One hundred percent on my geography test,” Ethan declared, turning on the couch to get on his knees in order to share this exciting news facing Garrett fully.

He threw his coat around the back of a chair but didn’t take his eyes off the boy.

“Right on, Ethan.”

“Give me a mountain range,” Ethan ordered.

“Andes,” Garrett said, moving toward Cher.

“South America!” Ethan cried. “Another one.”

“Alps.”

“Europe! Another!”

Garrett made it to Cher and slid a hand from her waist to the small of her back, but he didn’t take his attention from her kid. “Himalayas.”

“South Asia!” Ethan yelled. “Now give me a hard one.”

Fuck, he didn’t know a hard one.

“Ural,” Cher muttered under her breath.

Someone had helped her kid study.

He pressed his hand in and called to Ethan, “Ural.”

“Russia!” Ethan shouted.

“Impressive, buddy,” Garrett declared.

“One hundred percent, impressive,” Ethan decreed.

Garrett chuckled before he requested, “Mind if I say hey to your mom?”

“Sure,” Ethan allowed, twisting back to land on his ass on the couch. “Just not too gooey.”

He was still smiling when he turned to Cher.

That smell.

Her right there in his kitchen, looking pretty.

Her kid giving him the best welcome home he’d had in years, even though he hadn’t even said hello.

All that, Garrett wanted to give Cher more than gooey.

Ethan right there, he couldn’t.

But with what he did give her, he managed to touch his tongue to hers briefly before he lifted his head.

“Hey,” he murmured.

“Hey, gorgeous. Good day?”

It had been a good day.

He’d had an important conversation with his father that settled his soul and maybe, he hoped, neutralized the poison in his gut for good—or at least made it so he could manage it.

He’d discovered his woman and her kid were never in any danger, but now they were really not in any danger with Carlito and his crew picked up and being processed on RICO charges.