“I can’t go to the farmers’ market because I have to go home and wait for a package,” I told her.
“Oh, come on.” She rolled her eyes. “They can deliver it on the porch and it’ll be fine.”
“They can’t, because it’s a computer. If they leave it on the porch like they did last time, it’ll be stolen like it was last time,” I pointed out.
“Ask your neighbor to watch for it.”
I gave her a pointed look, and she had the nerve to wince apologetically.
I had a neighbor.
A Truth Teller neighbor.
One that I didn’t know was there until I’d already signed on the dotted line of my new mortgage and moved in.
Kent, my younger but no longer smaller brother, came into the room then and said, “I’ll go over there and wait for it.”
I eyed him curiously. “What’s in it for you?”
“Was going to see if Hush wanted to help me work on my bike again.”
Hush.
Even the name sent a stupid pang of thrills sweeping through my body.
Jasper “Hush” Madden was the bane of my existence.
He hated my guts—most people did—and didn’t hide the fact that he couldn’t stand me.
That was why I couldn’t believe that my sister and brother-in-law—who was just now pulling into the driveway from his overnight shift at the fire station—had let me move into a house knowing that we’d be neighbors.
I’d wondered why that stupid house had gone on the market and not sold so fast.
Now, I knew that the Truth Tellers MC crew had something to do with it.
They had enough power and influence to make a lot of things happen in Dallas, Texas. Making sure that a house didn’t sell in a good neighborhood was child’s play to them.
“There’s my man,” Searcy said as she detached the child from her boob and handed him off to me.
Searcy had three kids.
She’d had them back to back to back.
The age difference between their oldest, Pane, and their youngest, Dalton, was twenty-nine months.
There was a reason she was adamant about me going to the farmers’ market with her.
“I guess I’ll take you up on that,” I said to Kent. “Do you need a ride over there?”
Kent nodded. “You don’t mind?”
“Nah,” I said. “Why don’t you get Posy to help you load that into the back of my truck.”
“Thanks.” Kent smiled. “You’re the best.”
I hadn’t always been the best.
I’d been a selfish asshole kid when I was younger.
