“For the rest of your natural-born life, bubba. We say jump and your only question will be, ‘In what pile of shit?’ You got me?”
I finished up with Ken before returning home. I was scheduled to connect with Sundance at two o’ clock to let him know how the meeting went and hoped that he would approve of how I handled the situation. If not, I suppose I’d be returning later with a bullet with Ken’s name on it.
* * *
One week later, I walkedinto Sundance’s office and filled him in on what went down with Ken. The prez wanted me to wait until we were face-to-face, and I swear I’d never understand how he could wait for that kind of information.
“He really onboard, or is he hedgin’?” Sundance asked as I took a seat.
“He’s onboard,” I said. “Mabel’s already seen the specialist and I called Rabbit in Savannah to help me put some tracking software on his computer. He’ll see every stroke and report anything suspicious. Also installed a nanny cam in the thermostat. So far, he’s complyin’.” I cocked my head. “Do you think he’ll be a problem?”
“You never know, brother. Keep an eye on that.”
“I will,” I promised.
Sundance smiled. “You did good, Aero. With all of it. Proud of you.”
I grinned. “Thanks.”
“Beer?”
“Hell, yeah.”
Sundance clapped my shoulder and we headed to the great room for a beer.
Violet
Present Day...
My phone buzzed and I grinned as I answered it. “Hi, honey.”
“How goes the sister sitting?” Aero asked.
Aero and I were watching baby Reagan, Dad and Wyatt’s one-year-old, at their place for the weekend, so that Dad could sweep Wyatt away for a surprise birthday trip to Breckenridge. Raquel was pregnant and not having an easy time of it, so I volunteered Aero and myself to watch the baby the whole time instead of trading off. It was a good excuse to get some quality time in with my new sister who was currently on my hip, playing with my necklace.
“She’s perfect,” I said, the grinned at Reagan. “Aren’t you, sweet girl?”
