“My mom lives in Austin. WhiteRock is based in Houston, so it’s not too hard to visit a few times a year.”
“Are you married? Or dating?” She knew she was prying, but her brain was too tired to filter her curiosity. And to be honest, though she was drawn to Jason, and not Knox, he seemed like the kind of guy most women wouldlike. He was funny, smart, strong, and handsome. Not Jason-handsome, but still, she could admit he was attractive.
He scratched the back of his head. “Hmm . . . it’s complicated.”
Oh. Interesting answer. “Okay. Sorry I pried. Just curious.”
He smiled. “No problem. You know, relationships can be . . . “
“Complicated?”
He gave her a thumbs up. “Exactly.”
She decided to let the subject drop. Trying to occupy herself while her tea steeped, she walked around the living room. Until Knox asked her if the pacing habit ran in the Faraday genes.
That’s when she sat down.
A moment later, they heard a car stop in front of the bungalow. Knox stood near the door and peeked around the window blinds.
“That will be Jason,” Knox said.
“How can you be sure?”
He smiled. “The bad guys try to sneak up on you. They don’t park out front and announce their arrival with their headlights.”
Okay. That made sense.
When Jason walked through the door, the rush of relief that washed over her brought an unbidden smile to her face.
He returned her smile. “Are you okay?”
“We’re fine. Areyouokay?”
Knox cleared his throat. “You don’t look singed. Want to give us an update?”
Rowan walked into the living room with his hair dripping wet, wearing only a towel around his waist. “Oh, hey. You’re back.”
Jason looked annoyed. “Go put some clothes on.”
Rowan rolled his eyes. “Okay, okay. Are we meeting tonight?”
Leland’s snoring drifted into the living room.
Jason turned to Knox. “Well, I guess Leland’s asleep.”
“You think?”
Jason placed his keys and cell phone on an end table. “Good. We all need to get some rest.” His focus swung back to Rowan and the puddle pooling at his feet. He rubbed his temples. “We’ll meet tomorrow, or” he looked at his watch, “later this morning. Now, go dry off, get some clothes on, and go to bed.”
“Fine. You don’t have to talk to me like I’m a kid.”
“And don’t forget to brush your teeth,” Knox added.
Rowan glared at him.
Knox grinned. “Want me to read you a bedtime story?”
Rowan stomped toward Knox like he was going to do something about that grin, but in doing so, he nearly lost his grip on the towel around his waist. Tayla almost had to cover her eyes.
