“If he had, things could have turned out differently,” Jules said as he snagged two seats before anyone else could. “He’d have waited in Eddie’s apartment and probably attacked as soon as we walked in.”
“No, considering what happened last night, he’d have grabbed you and threatened to hurt you if I didn’t tell him where to find Mom.” Eddie pulled Jules into a hard embrace before taking the other stool.
Cal chuckled. “Making sure he’s really here and unscathed? Speaking of which, how’s your arm.”
“Fine. Like you said, it was just a flesh wound. They didn’t even stitch it up.” Eddie feigned a pout of disgust. “Have half the guys here been hitting up on you because of your war-wound?”
“As if. They ask what happened, but that’s it, so I give them the abbreviated story where I gallantly sav
