“So…she’s pissed,” Chance said, leaning against the barn.
“You think?” I replied sarcastically.
“Don’t blame her. It sounds like the symptoms are pretty bad when you leave.”
“It’s not like I want to leave her.” I shook my head. “I’d rather have my fingernails pulled out.”
“Beau, Ambrose, and I could take care of things.”
“How would that be any different? Beau and Ambrose have mates too.”
“Fine, then I’ll take care of it myself.” Chance shrugged.
“Not going to happen.”
“What? You don’t think I’m capable of handling it?”
“I don’t think any of us are capable of taking on this group alone.”
“Well, we need to figure something out because, by the looks of your face, your mate might just tear your throat out with her fingernails the next time you leave the house,” Chance said, his lips twitching.
“You think this is funny?”
“I think it’s refreshing seeing little easygoing Danny with his feathers ruffled because his mate isn’t a doormat.”
“I don’t want her to be a doormat.”
“No, but you want her to listen to you,” he said in amusement. “And I think that ship has sailed.”
I turned when the back door opened and waited as Dalton crossed the yard. When he reached us, he stopped, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Looked over the information you’ve collected.”
“You’re welcome,” Chance said, popping a piece of gum in his mouth. “You got the organized version. We had to search through piles of bullshit to find those gems.”
“You’ve convinced me,” Dalton said with a sigh. “Edgar Adamson looks dirty as hell.”
“Told ya,” Chance replied.
“Is he always this fucking annoying?” Dalton asked me.
“Always,” I confirmed.
He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “Adamson is at his house on the coast this week,” he said, raising his eyebrows. “Arthur mentioned it a few days ago.”
Chance perked up like a dog on the scent.
“I’m not sure how long he’ll be there,” Dalton said grimly. “I know the timing is shit, but we could get out there and back within a few hours.”
I looked at my brother.
“I’ll head home to the armory and meet you back here,” he said, putting his hand out.
I dropped my keys in his palm and watched as he jogged away.
“I need to head home and gear up too,” Dalton said as we made our way back to the house. “I’ll grab Ian so we’ve got another set of hands.”
“What about Gary?” I asked.
