Chapter 210

He stomped back to the kitchen and plucked a bottle of beer from the fridge. “Thank you for picking these up for me. I need one.”

Before he could open the bottle, Zy stopped him. “They’re not cold.”

Yeah, his pal probably hadn’t been here long enough to fridge them.

“I don’t even fucking care. That woman…” She was driving him to drink—literally.

“You can’t imbibe on the job.”

Why the hell did Zy have to be right?

“Fuck.” Trees shoved the beer back in the fridge.

“Is she mouthy and difficult?”

“No.” Well, not mouthy, anyway. “She barely speaks, and I swear sometimes I’d do just about anything to know what’s running through her head. The problem is, I want to fuck her.” And hold her while he promised to keep her safe and right her world. But she would have to trust him, and that wasn’t happening anytime soon.

“Sorry,” Zy said. If anyone understood wanting a woman he couldn’t have, it was his buddy. Zy had lived through nearly a yea