Page 13 of Intolerable Bishop

She nodded. “I have no idea why he bought it because we definitely didn’t run in the right circles to show it off. Honestly, I have no idea what he did or with who anymore.”

Crossing my arms, I stared at the sexy car. “You mind if I take it out? I mean, a car like this really shouldn’t be left sitting.” I smirked, and she laughed.

“If you can find the keys, go for it. Just don’t crash it. I don’t feel like going to the hospital again anytime soon. I have seen more than my fair share of our local hospital.”

“O ye of little faith. Trust me, I can handle this girl and a whole lot more.” Ren’s brow lifted, and I could see the question in her eyes, but I wasn’t saying anything right now. Keeping her in suspense was amusing.

“Wow! Come to Daddy,” Myles said as he stepped into the garage, his eyes wide. He stared at the Veneno like it was a lover. I watched him in fascination as he strutted over and then ran his hand over the lines of the car. “Yer sexy, ya know that, right? I’ll treat ya right.”

“I think you have some competition,” I said and nudged Ren’s arm. She smiled but rolled her eyes as Myles continued to baby-talk the car. “Paws off, McCoy, I already claimed her.” Myles looked over, his eyes darting between me and Ren, and I glared at him. “The car, you dumbass. I claimed the car.”

“Why do you get the sexy car?” Myles pouted.

“Cause you already have the sexy girl. Fair is fair,” I said. “Or you can have the car and….” I put my arm around Ren’s shoulders. “I can have the sexy girl.” Ren shook her head and sighed, and I could almost see the words, what the fuck, in her eyes.

“Naw mate, not trading. I still have the much better deal.” Myles ran his hand through his hair. “Ya wanna take it out,” he asked with a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

“What is it with guys and fast cars,” Ren said, throwing her hands in the air as she walked away. “I’ll go see if I can find the fob thing.”

I opened the car door and slipped into the driver’s seat, my hands running over the steering wheel. Myles hopped in the other side. His energy was excited, like he’d just sniffed sugar. “I put out feelers last night to some racers. Just to see if there was any underground action here.”

“And?”

“We’re going to see if I can find a local pit boss. His name is Ransom. I’ve actually heard of him. He was one hell of a rider until he had to drop his bike in a race and got lodged under a truck. It messed him up pretty bad, and he hasn’t raced since.”

“Damn, that’s fucked.”

I spotted Ren as she rounded the back of the car and came to the driver’s side door. “How long are you two going to be gone,” Ren asked, holding out the fob through the open door. I took it from her open palm.

“Not sure yet. Why? Are you going to attempt to cook?” She scowled and tried to snatch the fob back, but I smiled and dropped it into the center cup holder.

“So funny. Who says I can’t cook?”

“Oh really? You can cook more than microwavable dinner or mac and cheese out of a box?”

“Yes, really.”

“In that case. We’ll have a cook off one day soon. They’ll all try the dishes blindfolded,” I said, laying the gauntlet down.

“You’re on,” she said. I really did love how she was always ready to pick up the challenge, giving me a real run every time. “And since you don’t know when you’ll be back, I’m going to head to Lizzy’s house. I called my Aunt Nadia, but she is working doubles till the weekend.”

“Send me the address, Snowflake. When we’re done, I’ll check in with ya.” Myles slipped out of the car, and I suddenly felt like a perv sitting here while he kissed her. Myles never gave a soft peck. No, it was like he was going to devour her as he bent her backward like they were in their own private movie goodbye.

I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel. “Can we please stop with the porno session?”

“Ignore him. He’s just a grumpy ‘cause he ain’t gettin’ any,” Myles whispered, then shot me a smirk.

“Get in the car, or I’m leaving you behind,” I said and punched the garage remote clipped to the visor.

“You better go before he decides to run you over or leave you in the Canadian wilderness,” Ren said, laughing.

“Both are splendid ideas.”

Myles made a face at me as he jogged around and jumped into the car. Revving the engine, I shifted into first and waved at Ren as we pulled out. Excitement flooded my system as I stepped on the gas, and we flew down the street.

Hell yeah, now this is what I’m talking about. No more back seat of a minivan.

MAY 15 – MONDAY 5:33 PM