What the fuck?
She quickly dried off, pulled on a T-shirt and shorts, and headed downstairs to find him.
He was sitting in the living room, Lyssa asleep on her quilt, cartoons playing low while he worked on his laptop.He looked up, doing a double-take when he saw her.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know.Peyton just called me.”
Duncan poked his head in from where he’d been in the kitchen.“What’s wrong?”
“I.Don’t.Know.Can you watch the baby, please?Peyton wants us to call him.”
“Sure.”
Ken set his laptop aside and they headed to the office, where she closed the door.
“What’s going on?”he asked.
“Still don’t know.He said get you, get somewhere alone, and call him back.I assume it’s a work thing.”She settled in one of the chairs in front of her desk and he took the other.
She called Peyton back and put it in speaker mode.“Okay, Peyton.We’re here in the office, alone.”
“Good.Ken?”
“Yeah?”His gaze met Dewi’s.Sensing his apprehension, she reached out with her free hand to take his.
“For starters, Badger’s over here.He arrived late last night.But that’s not the news I want you to hear.Are you sitting down?”
“Yes.What’s going on?”
“Ken, we have Callum and Bryn.”
Dewi blinked, certain she’d misheard him.“What?”
“Callum and Bryn were rescued.They’re… Well, they’ve been through a lot, but they’re eager to meet you, Ken.Badger already showed them pictures of you and Dewi and the baby.”
He didn’t speak at first, the shock registering on his features as he squeezed her hand.“What?”he hoarsely asked.“They’re… they’realive?”
Peyton chuckled.“You heard me correctly.Callum and Bryn are here, and they’re safe.And don’t say anything to anyone else yet, but so is Maya.”
“Who’s Maya?”Dewi asked.
“Jake’s wife,” Ken whispered, his eyes still wide.“Carl’s mom.You mean I was right?”
“Exactly,” Peyton said.“You need to start picking lottery numbers for me.”
“Holy shit!”Dewi gasped.“Did you find Jimmy Hoffa and Amelia Earhart, while you were at it?Maybe Glenn Miller?”
“Smartass,” Peyton said.
Despite her joking, she realized Ken was now in shock.“How soon can we come over?”she asked, watching him.
“That’s why I’m calling,” Peyton said.“I’ll get with you about booking tickets.We’ll fly you guys, Carl and Mateo, and Hamish over here together on a charter jet.”
“They’re… alive?”Ken asked.“It’sreallythem?Are you certain?”
Ken
