Rowdy (Marked Men #5)(76)
Brite Walker was the guy that had sold the Rome the Bar for a song. He was also the ex-soldier’s mentor and really the all-around voice of reason when it came to burly, stubborn men making dumb choices. I knew there was nothing Rome or Asa wouldn’t do for Brite, including giving his unpleasant offspring a job and looking out for her.
I lifted up my eyebrow. “She seems like a real delight.”
Rome just grunted a nonanswer and told us, “I have plans with Cora tonight, so I need to work on getting out of here. Joe is babysitting and I’m taking her out.” Joe was Cora’s dad and so in love with his new baby granddaughter that he had packed up his entire life in Brooklyn and moved to Denver to be closer to his girls. He was a huge part of Rome and Cora’s life.
“What’s the occasion?” Rule’s question was simple, but the way Rome stiffened and the way his eyes blazed neon blue made me think there was something more to his plans than just a date night.
“No occasion. I have a gorgeous woman that gave me a beautiful daughter and she always deserves to know that she is the most important thing in the world to me.” Oh yeah, Rome wasn’t a major talker and that kind of sentiment was far more flowery than he usually expressed. Rule and I shared a knowing look. Something was definitely up.
“Gonna go get Asa ready for the night shift and then bounce.” He lifted his chin at Rule and told him, “You’re going to be a great dad, Rule. Just like you’re a great husband, a great brother, a great friend, and a rock-solid business partner. You and Shaw were meant to do this.”
Rule nodded his head and I saw him swallow hard. “Thanks.”
I turned around so I could see the door. I didn’t want to miss Sayer when she showed up and I admittedly didn’t want to miss her reaction when she saw the Bar. Sure, Rome had cleaned the place up, every surface was restored or new, but it was still a dive bar and there was no way to mask that.
“What do you think is up with him and Cora?” I went to take a drink from the beer and then remembered Rule sticking his tongue all over it and just handed it to him with a scowl.
“I dunno. He’s been bugging her to move. He wants to buy a house, but who knows. Those two fight fire with gasoline and I think they both get off on watching it burn.”
“Never boring, I guess.”
“No way. Could you ever imagine anything with Cora being boring?”
I laughed and stiffened up when I saw the tall blond woman come in through the front door. Rule took note of my sudden change in posture and followed my gaze to where Sayer was looking around the dimly lit interior for me. She caught my eye and started in my direction. She moved like she was part of a royal wedding procession.
“She looks an awful lot like you, Rowdy.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Sayer stopped in front of me and shifted a little uneasily. “Hello.”
“Hey. Sayer Cole, this is Rule Archer. He’s a coworker and a longtime friend.”
She stuck out her hand for Rule to shake and I was impressed her gaze didn’t linger at all over the colorful cobra had that decorated the entire backside of Rule’s hand.
“Nice to meet you.” Her voice was firm and she didn’t seem uncomfortable at all, but her gaze kept meeting mine and then dating away. I wondered if she was just as nervous about spending time together as I was.
“You, too. Thank you for helping Asa out.”
The case had fallen apart in a most spectacular way when the guy Sayer had put us in touch with to represent Asa had come on board. Quaid Jackson was indeed a barracuda and he left no stone unturned when it came to defending Asa, even with Asa’s history being less than stellar. Really the nails in the coffin of the case had come down to arrogance and foolishness on the kid’s part. The ringleader, the little punk that had started shit with Asa in the bar, had been brash enough to post cell-phone video on YouTube of him and his friends surrounding Asa in the parking lot after the bar closed. The assault that was shown was violent, unprovoked, vicious, and completely unfair. Of course Asa had fought back and the kid did indeed get his ass handed to him, but that was nothing compared to the beating Asa took out, numbered five to one. Really he was lucky his face had just gotten banged up. It really looked like things could have been far worse for him.
Quaid found the video, not that it had been hard to find once it found its way to Facebook and Twitter, and took it to the powers that be in the justice system in order to get the case dropped. The ringleader of the entire circus was now looking at false reporting charges and some serious assault charges of his own. Quaid had been nice enough to only charge Asa a grand considering he never actually had to go before a judge. It was pretty much a win for Team Asa even if he still wouldn’t explain why he hadn’t protested his arrest or defended himself to the police when they hooked him up and put him in the patrol car.
“He seems to have a knack for landing in hot water.” Sayer said it lightly and without censure.
Rule got up off the stool and threw some money down on the bar. “It happens to all of us now and then.”
He told me good-bye and hollered the same to Asa as he appeared behind the bar. I introduced the bartender to Sayer as well and he thanked her in much the same way Rule had, only with far more charm and a grin that was designed to make her want to go to bed with him. I hoped it didn’t work. I was just getting used to the idea of having a sister. I couldn’t even begin to try and work my way through how the idea of her sleeping with a lothario like Asa made me feel. He told us drinks were on the house for the night and gave me a smirk like he knew exactly what part of the gutter my mind had nose-dived into. I flipped him off as I followed Sayer to one of the tables that was up near the stage Rome had built during his remodel of the Bar. It was going to get busy later but for now it was quiet enough we could talk and not have to shout at each other over bar noise.