"Good call." I unbutton my shirt and turn away, shaking it out. Warner keeps a clean house, he'd probably tan my hide for bringing in all that red dust. It's not cold out, but between the rain and wind, goose bumps rise on my skin.
"How did everything go?" Jo asks. Her head tips sideways, her eyes the beautiful shade of blue I can't seem to get enough of.
"They weren't able to make the rescue," I answer. Jo gasps and her hand comes to her mouth.
"I know it sounds terrible, but it's not. They were the kind of people who hurt others. They gave those firecrackers to Travis and walked away without giving a shit. Those firecrackers could've blown off his fingers, and they didn't care." I don't need to be mad anymore. The threat is gone, but still the indignation creeps in. "They were the same guys who were trying to bring meth back after Dixon died, and they're not really Mrs. Calhoun's grandsons either."
Jo squeezes her eyes closed and shakes her head quickly back and forth. "How do you know that?"
"I have a guy, a computer genius. And a hacker. He helps me out with information in exchange for me never telling Tenley he's the one who stole and was selling her underwear online."
Jo gasps again. "Wyatt," she hisses. "You should tell her."
"Hell no. That's my meal ticket. I never would've known about the Marks brothers or Sawyer Bennett." Thunder rumbles across the sky when I say his name, making it seem more ominous than necessary.
Her eyes narrow. "What about Sawyer Bennett?"
"Circle B, as in B-ennett. His family owned it."
Her hands run through her hair, gathering it over one shoulder. "I don't understand. Why would they sell it to me, and then agree to invest in it?"
"That," I say, rubbing my forearms, "is something I don't know."
"I'm going to ask him."
"Can you hold off on that? I'd like to gather more intel before we show our hand."
"Are we playing a game?"
I shrug. "Who knows?"
Jo rubs her temples with two fingers. "This was a lot for one day."
I put my arm around her shoulder, picturing the water rushing into Devil's Canyon. "No kidding."
We walk inside, and I'm still shirtless. Wes and Warner both scowl at me. To irritate them further, I flex my chest muscles and do that thing where I make them pop one at a time. Dakota pretends to catcall me, and Wes mutters, "Fucking Christ," and throws up his hands.
Warner brings me a shirt and throws it at me. "It's not that kind of party, little brother."
Jessie sits on a barstool, her elbows propped on the kitchen island. I walk over and sit down beside her. "You're quiet," I say, reaching for a handful of grapes from a fruit platter.
"I'm good," she answers, taking a grape from my palm and tossing it in her mouth.
"You sure about that?"
She nods. I reach into my pocket and set the bracelet on the counter, using one finger to slide it over to her. "Missing something?"
Her gaze grows wide and her hand flies to her mouth. I look up to find Warner's eyes on us. When he sees the bracelet on the counter, he looks away.
Jo comes up behind me, sliding her hands over my shoulders and hugging me from behind. I reach up and grasp her forearms. "Where's Travis?" I ask.
"In the living room playing video games with Peyton and Charlie."
"He better be sitting at the opposite end of the couch from Peyton," Warner growls.
"I'll make sure he knows better," Jo promises.
I reach around for Jo, guiding her onto my lap. "Make sure he knows one day they'll be cousins."
