Page 65 of Hard Rain
Different man. Same reaction.
A year ago, he might’ve questioned it. Might’ve convinced himself he was seeing something that wasn’t there.
Not anymore.
May was gone and so were most of Whip’s excuses.
If Axel wanted to keep acting like every man in Oregon was personally offending him by talking to Whip, that was Axel’s problem to solve.
He was done pretending he didn’t see it.
Done pretending he didn’t want more.
Sooner or later, Axel was going to have to decide what he wanted.
Whip already had.
Across the room, Axel started rearranging tools that didn’t need rearranging.
Daniel glanced over and laughed.
“Still does that, huh?”
Whip followed his gaze toward the doorway.
“Yeah.”
“I thought he’d grow out of it.”
“That’s optimistic,” Whip said.
Daniel laughed, and Axel stalked back over to them.
“What are you talking about?”
Daniel grinned. “Nuthin’.”
Whip shook his head and got down to business.
“So, question… has Cutter been through here?”
Daniel looked mildly offended.
“I would’ve called if he had.”
“You know I have to ask.”
Daniel sighed and leaned a hip against the workbench.
“Yeah, I know.”
“So, we’re looking for a pickup,” Whip said, giving the description.
“You know…” Daniel frowned. “That sounds like one I repaired a few months back.”
“Who owns it?” Axel said, prowling closer.
Daniel turned toward a file box and started flipping through work orders.
