Chapter 33

Grady slammed his car door as hard as he could. The three men stopped talking and looked back, though now Arturo and Colin’s heads were dipped even closer to each other. And both frowned at him like he’d just interrupted a world peace summit.

Damn it. Loud noises worked with breaking up animals. Why couldn’t it work on people, too?

He forced himself to smile and wave, then turned away to open the passenger door. He just couldn’t watch anymore.

Grady slumped in the passenger seat and fiddled with the radio, trying to find an appropriately loud and angry song. He fixed his attention on it, pointedly not looking up, even when the driver’s door opened and Colin slid behind the wheel.

“I can’t believe you’re sulking.”

“I’m not sulking.”

“Your bottom lip is sticking out. You’re pouting at the very least.”

“It’s not pouting. That’s the natural shape of my mouth.” Every station he found offered another sappy love song. Why weren’t there any decent radio stations in Chicago?