“Yeah, sure.” Carver patted his pockets with theatric flair. “Damn. Ain’t got a pen or paper on me.”
“I guess a business card is out?”
“Left mine at home,” Carver joked.
“Go into the hotel and tell the front desk that you want to leave me a message. Ask them to hold it for Denver Lewis. I’ll pick it up before checking out.”
“Yeah? When is that exactly?”
Denver laughed, but he didn’t feel even a smidge of humor. Carver tried to be slick and failed miserably. “I don’t know yet, but you’d be smart not to be there when I do.” He was just about to walk away when he felt the approach of someone behind him. He didn’t take his attention off the brothers, but he did go more alert.
Until he heard, “Need a hand?”
Relaxing again, he turned to see Dean Connor, better known as Havoc, standing a few feet away, arms folded, expression amused.
“Thanks, but I’ve got it.”
“I’ll just wait, then.”
Because he wanted to discuss Armie. Shit, shit, shit. Denver didn’t have time for this. He wanted to get back to Cherry.
Damn Armie for being so stubborn.
No way would he disrespect Dean, so he said, “Suit yourself.”
“Always do.”
Facing the brothers again, Denver pointed at Carver. “Don’t bother her. That’s the only warning you’ll get. Do we understand each other?”
In no way intimidated, Carver gave a slight nod. “Yeah, I think we do.”
That Carver tried to say it like a warning didn’t bother Denver at all. He walked toward Dean and the three yahoos went in the other direction. If they weren’t as dumb as they looked, they’d keep walking.
“Friends of yours?” Dean asked when he joined him.
Shaking his head, Denver said, “They’re nobody.”
“Funny. That’s the same thing Armie told me last night.”
“Maybe because it’s true.”
“Or more likely, you consider it none of my business.” When Denver would have backtracked, Dean held up a hand. “Whoever they are, I think you put the fear of God in them. Glad we already have you signed with the SBC.”
“Like dealing with street punks would prove anything?”
Dean shrugged. “You handled yourself well and you kept your cool.” And then, with an amused smile, “At least better than Armie did last night.”
He’d met Dean a few times, but he wouldn’t say they were friends. More like acquaintances. Being newer to the SBC, Denver always appreciated the time Dean, who was a legend, gave to him.
Except for now.
“Armie has plenty of control when he needs it.” Because Armie didn’t always show that control, Denver added, “Like when he fights.”
“Agreed.” Dean fell into step beside him. “You’re in a hurry?”
“I don’t mean to be rude—”
“No problem. I’ll walk with you.”
With no way around it, Denver said, “Sure.”
They stepped through the hotel doors. “Actually, I wanted to talk about Armie.”
Already shaking his head, Denver said, “Not my business.”
“I get that. No pressure. Just pass along a message for me, will you?”
The two women were still there, anxiously watching for Denver. “Hang on.” He went over to them, apologizing as he approached. “Sorry. That took longer than I thought it would.”
The blonde beamed at him. “It’s okay.”
He picked up his bags of food and drinks. “Where’re you both headed? The airport?”
The brunette nodded, but her gaze had moved beyond Denver to Dean and she looked ready to faint.
Pasting on his patented “fan smile,” Dean stepped forward and offered his hand.
Things got smoothed over when Dean took a picture with the ladies and Denver paid for their cab.
With that resolved, Dean followed Denver to the elevator.
“Sorry about that,” Denver told him. “What did you want me to tell Armie?”
“To quit running from me. Tell him I said to man up and give me an opportunity to talk to him.”
Denver whistled. “That won’t win him over.”
“No, but it will force him out.” He surprised Denver by stepping into the elevator with him.
“Was there something else?”
“Yeah, but I’ll make it quick. I want to know how Cannon runs his rec center. It’s unique, the combo of a top-notch training center, the opp to spar with and learn from him, while also helping the neighborhood. How’s that work exactly? I’d ask Cannon, but he’s too humble about it.”