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Mr. Pitt. Sure will.” She hung up and said, “You boys can go in now. Last door on your right.” She pointed with a red-painted nail down a hallway to her right.
    Hunt and I snickered. She called us boys. Hunt hated to be called a boy.
    As we headed to Pitt’s office, Hunt stopped at her desk. “Honey, I may be young enough to be a boy, but I promise you I’m all man.”
    The brunette, who had her hair twisted up on her head, blushed a hundred shades of red.
    I chuckled as we both swaggered down to Pitt’s office as if our shit didn’t stink. We crossed the threshold into a massive corner office of mahogany wood and chrome furniture. A bar banked the left wall, and a plush seating area sat to the right. Adjacent to a low-back couch was a door carved into the wall, probably leading to a bathroom, and the oblong solid chrome desk was positioned in front of a window overlooking the Boston skyline.
    “Come, fellas. Sit.” Pitt waved at two wingback chairs in front of his desk.
    As my feet dug into the thick carpeting, I caught a whiff of cigar smoke. When we reached the chairs, I sat. Hunt didn’t. He used his chair as a shield.
    Pitt scrutinized him. “You don’t like me, Hunt, do you?” He reclined back in his leather chair. Any farther, and he just might fall into the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him.
    “No, I don’t. And if I’m here because you want to convince me to work for you, then you’re wasting your time.” Hunt gripped the back of the chair so tightly that his knuckles turned pale.
    Pitt popped forward and clasped his hands together as though in prayer, almost knocking over the ashtray with a cigar in it. “I’m doing a favor for your brother.”
    Hunt sneered. “Don’t.”
    “Your brother wants you to get a job. And I’m willing to hire you. Your size fits the mold. You’d make a good bouncer at one of the under-twenty-one clubs here in Boston.”
    Hunt’s nostrils were flaring, hard and fast. “So you think because I’m six foot four and could lift your scrawny ass over my head and throw you through those windows that my future is to be a bouncer? I don’t need a job.”
    Ballsy. Pitt was far from scrawny, and I’d agree that Hunt could crush Pitt in fight. But still, ballsy.
    Hunt looked at me. “Man, I’ll wait for you in the lobby.” He pivoted on his heel and got halfway to the door before Pitt spoke.
    “Not even if I pay you a hundred dollars an hour and offer Kade here a job alongside you? You two are joined at the hip, right?”
    Oh, fuck no . I jumped to my feet. I wasn’t working for Pitt to keep rowdy teenagers under control. I’d seen what my old man’s friend, Buster, had to go through at the teenybopper club, the Cave, back in Ashford.
    “Is that why I’m here? So you can bribe my friend with me?” I curled my fingers into a fist.
    Pitt casually stretched to his full height and circled his desk to the liquor-laden bar. He plucked ice cubes from a container and plopped them into a glass before pouring amber liquid into it. “How’s your mom, Kade?” Pitt asked as though he were an old family friend.
    Hunt went ramrod straight, and I lost my breath.
    Fuck me. The last person to bring up my mom ended up in the hospital with a broken arm.
    Pitt brought the glass to his mouth, eyeing me with those empty black eyes.
    “What’s your game?” I asked. “Are we here for you to shove personal shit in our faces? Mention my mother again, and I won’t hesitate to break every bone in your body.”
    His eyes went wide. “I like you, Kade,” he said with that gritty voice I hated. “At first I didn’t think you would be up for the job, but after last night and now with you making idle threats, I know you would.” He sipped his whiskey.
    “I told you I’m not working for you.” I felt around in my pocket for my pocketknife.
    He smirked as though he knew I had a knife and he was daring me to pull it out. The idea did sound enticing, especially since his idiot