“I did.” He kisses my hand and then sets it back in my lap. “So, even if this is all we ever get, Kyra, I want you to know how grateful I am that you pushed me to get it checked out.”
“What did he say?” The paper crumples in my hand, I grip it so tight.
“That’s it’s likely caused by stress initially, and now the way I think about it affects what I can and can’t do.”
“He knows your lifestyle is kind of stressful, right?”
“I think he understood that, yeah.” Jinx smiles softly. “Your turn. What’s your news?”
“Well.” I glance at the printed address. “It’s nowhere near as awesome as yours, but I think it’s just as important.”
“Yeah?” He frowns, turning to face me and tucking a leg onto the bench. “What have you got?”
I pass him the page.
He glances at me briefly as he wrestles the paper flat. Jinx drags his gaze down the page with an ever-increasing frown and then sets it between us.
“I think that might be where the Devil’s Breed are holding women,” I say. “Pits asked Davis if he could do seven on Thursday, and he said yes. Davis then told me the seven referred to women. I didn’t see the point in Pits asking Davis if it was okay if the Devil’s Breed owned the property themselves. So I dug around on a hunch and came up with that.” I shrug. “I could be wrong, but?—”
“The Breed came back the following Thursday,” Jinx says. “I think you’re on to something here.”
“What will you do with it?”
“Take it to the table.”
I draw a deep breath through my nose, rolling my lips before asking, “And what about us?”
“What about us, Kyra?” He peers up at me as he puts the paper into his breast pocket. “I fixed the only problem I had with us being together. I think it’s entirely up to you now.”
“I never had any problem with us being together.”
He bites his bottom lip, staring at the ground before he looks back at me. “Maybe not, but your father did. Still does, if his behavior this morning is anything to go by.”
“What are you talking about?” What the hell has the asshole done?
Jinx sets an arm on the back of the bench seat and spreads out. “Marty swung by the farmhouse at the crack of dawn for a little neighborhood raid.”
“The fuck?” I edge toward the front of the seat, primed and ready to confront the bastard.
“Didn’t find anything—that’s not legally registered to us anyway. But him and his fuckboy deputies made a mess of the place.”
“I’m so sorry.”
He pins me with a hard stare. “Why? It wasn’t you that did it.”
“I might have provoked him a little.”
“Did you now?” He smirks. “How?”
“Told him his reasons for picking on the Kings are fucked up and that he should try harder to understand the club.”
“What else?” He leans a little closer, trapping me in his honey gaze.
“Said that if he truly wanted the evidence that he needed to find those missing women, the Kings could probably help him with that.”
“Oh, Kyra,” Jinx teases, leaning back.
“What I meant is that the club would probably have intel about the Devil’s Breed that could help. But I guess he took it entirely the wrong way.”
