Stone turned around in the passenger seat and twisted his lips in a mocking smile. “You’re fucking kidding me, right? That chick’s ex, that who you are looking up? Damn, Bogs, can’t you meet a girl at a fucking bar like the rest of Texas?”
Bogs furrowed his brows. “You serious right now, man? You want me to take dating advice from you?”
T chuckled. “The little shit has got ya there, brother.”
Stone had met his wife Sadie when he practically kidnapped her, and T was only slightly better in that he was undercover, banging Cassie’s roommate when he met his wife. The stories these two would have to tell their grandkids would need to be seriously altered. However, given even the most unconventional way of meeting, once they met their future wives, they were done.
Bogs’ phone rang.
“Hey, man.”
“How’s it going?”Trent asked.
“Good, we got your girl.”
Trent laughed. “My girl? You mean Taylor. God help the man that makes that woman ‘his girl’.”
Bogs had to agree with Trent. Taylor was trouble. The girl hadn’t been in trouble with the law until now, which wasalmost surprising considering the company she kept. It seemed she had a type. Mainly prison bound.
“She’s at her friend’s. Just made contact with Kenzie, she’s covering for her.”
“Kenzie?”
“Yeah, Mackenzie Sutton, goes by Kenzie. We got eyes on their place now. How do you want to play it?”
“Dec and I will head down now. Got the tracer on her phone, as long as she doesn’t lose it, we got her. Hasn’t left the building in a week. She’s gotta be plotting. Sooner or later, she’s got to come out, and when she does, we’ll get her.”
“What do you need from us?”
“Nothing right now. Would appreciate you guys being on standby though.”
“You got it, man. Later.”
“Later.”
He hung up and gave the info to his brothers. They were heading back to their office downtown. Two more requests came in to Garrison Securities and they needed to handle it. He may not be watching her but the thought of sweet Kenzie Sutton was taking up space in his mind. He’d get more on her and go from there. It had been a long time since a girl had caught his eye the way this green-eyed beauty had. There was something about her. An innocence that most women his age lacked. If the blush on her face was an indication, she was not only innocent, but possibly inexperienced. Some men would balk at that. Not Bogs, he was intrigued.
ChapterThree
The last few days since their plan was formed had been quiet. Taylor laid low, secluded in the one-bedroom apartment, growing more stir crazy each passing minute. Kenzie couldn’t be sure but she had the sneaking suspicion Taylor had ventured out once or twice while she was at work, though she never copped to it.
She took on the responsibility of prison warden and worked from home for two days. Being a Network analyst for a large communications company gave her the freedom to work from home when necessary. That lasted two days. By the third, she was back in her hybrid office catching up on two days of work. Trying to work with a bored Taylor was what she imagined dealing with a two-year old must have been like.
Are you almost done? Is it break time yet? What are you working on? It sounds boring. When do you break for lunch? How do you work this? You, seriously work the full eight hours?By the end of day two, Kenzie was ready to strangle Taylor. She sympathized with her friend. Being cooped up in her small place was driving her crazy. But it would be all over soon, and hopefully, they’d still both be breathing.
Kenzie wasn’t sold on the plan Taylor had concocted.There had to be an alternative route they could take, a more safe and legal way to get her best friend cleared and out of the shit storm Drew got her into. When she heard the entire story from Taylor, she realized there was a Plan B, she just needed Taylor to go for it.
It was Friday morning and the plan was set for tonight. She had spent the last thirty minutes getting ready for work while plotting a way to talk Taylor out of her scheme for the night. This was her last-ditch effort to abort what she had deemed their suicide mission and come up with something new.
Kenzie made her way to the corner chair in her living room. She stared intently at her best friend waiting for her to look up from her phone. She had made the couch her bed since the apartment was a one bedroom. Taylor’s meager belongings covered her small living room.
Taylor must have known she was being watched. Her head jerked up.
“What?”
“I need the whole story,” Kenzie insisted.
“I told you.”
