I laugh, genuinely excited to see Kelly again. It’s been so hectic since Finn barged into my life. I could use the distraction.
Kelly seems to be doing well, but it’s hard to know for sure without seeing her. I fight the urge to go hunting through Kelly’s personal data.
She’s a friend.
I don’t spy on my friends.
But reminding Shawn to be on his absolute best behavior can’t hurt.
Jinx: Remember me?
Dear Canary, are you still being a good boy? Remember to eat your vegetables, avoid elevators, and keep your nasty little hands to yourself.
If you ever forget our agreement, I’ll know.
I don’t need a coffin to bury you.
XOXO, Jinx
Chapter Twenty-Six
FINN
Martina clears away the dishes, deep wrinkles in her forehead.
“You have to eat,” she says, frowning at the full plate in front of Zane. “Eat, boys. Keep up your strength.”
Dutch pushes his plate away. I don’t think he touched a single bite of his baked potato.
“Is my food no good?” Martina asks sorrowfully.
Zane musters up a smile for her. “Thanks, Martina. The food was great.”
“Not according to these plates.”
I hand Martina my dish, and she lights up when she sees I’ve scraped every bite.
Rounding the table, she pats Dutch on the back. “The girls will laugh at you both when they come back and I tell them how you sulked around the house.”
No one responds.
Martina’s smile flickers like a candle in the wind. “They are so strong. They will make it back.”
I agree with our housekeeper on both counts. But at this point, we have more questions than answers.
Dutch and Zane are doing everything they can to find the girls but, ultimately, this is a tech issue. The burden of solving this lands heavily on my shoulders.
I hope I made the right choice entrusting our family’s future to Jinx.
Martina retreats to the kitchen to wash up, and we head to the pool. The sun is beginning to set, and the fiery orange tint on the clouds looks like hell on earth.
“I’ll get a sweater. I’ll be right back,” Dutch mumbles. He walks with his hands in his pockets to the pool house where he’s been sleeping.
Zane took the couch the very first night. Neither of my brothers can stomach sleeping in the bedrooms without their wives.
Zane emerges from the kitchen with a bottle of Grey’s favorite wine in hand.
I give him a stern look.
