“You’re delusional.” I roll my eyes then walk down the hall, yelling that I’ll be in the back.
“So didyou see anything on the video?”
“Nothing, kiddo,” my uncle Nico says on a sigh.
“I don’t know what I should do,” I mumble. Watching the video that he had pulled up, the only thing you see is taillights then the image of someone wearing jeans and a black hoodie carrying the dog and setting him down in front of the double doors.
“You’re doing nothing.”
“Okay,” I say, but a plan starts forming in my head.
“We’ll get it worked out, kiddo.” He gives me a hug and I hug him back then walk him out front and watch him pull away in his truck. Then I go over to where Kayan is still looking out the door.
“He’s really hot for an old dude.”
“Can you stop lusting over my family members?” I laugh.
“Whatever.” She smiles then her face goes serious. “So did he tell you anything?”
“Nada, but I have an idea. How do you feel about having a stakeout with me?”
“A stakeout?” Her eyes flash and a smile spreads across her face, making her already beautiful features striking. “Hell yes, I’m down.”
“Okay, we’ll start tomorrow.”
“Good. Tonight, we can go shopping.”
“Shopping for what?” I ask, and she looks at me like I’m crazy.
“We need gear. We need black clothes and a camera, maybe some kind of device that lets us know when someone is coming. I don’t know for sure, but I’m thinking the police supply store will have some stuffwe can use.”
“I just wanted us to sit in my jeep and wait until someone came.” I frown, and she lets out a huff of air.
“You have so much to learn.”
“And where did you get your stakeout knowledge?”
“TV.” She shrugs then looks to the left when the bell over the door goes off. “Uh oh,” she whispers as Wes walks in.
“Can I talk to you for a second?” he asks as his eyes come to me.
“Sorry, do you have an appointment?” I ask, tilting my head to the side, studying him.
His eyes go to Kayan and he bends slightly over the desk. He takes the calendar that’s in front of her and looks at it then pulls a pen from the jar that sits on the upper ledge and writes his name in one of the boxes.
“Looks like I have an appointment.” He sets the calendar down.
“Great, follow me,” I mumble, leading him back toward one of the exam rooms. Once we’re inside, I go to the opposite side of the counter from him. “What can I do for you, Mr. Silver?” I raise an eyebrow, using his last name I learned yesterday when we filled out paperwork.
“Fuck.” He runs a hand over his head then down his jaw, which is covered in stubble that makes me want to rub up against him.
No, you don’t want to rub against him,I remind myself.
“I don’t have all day,” I say, making a point to look at the clock.
“I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.”
“Really?”
