With or without permission.
With one goal in mind.
Law stepped up beside him, reading him instantly. “You look like you’re about to do something stupid.”
Memphis snorted as he stepped out behind him, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “And by stupid, he means you’re hunting someone.”
Viper’s grin answered for him.
Their boss disappeared into the cold morning, boots crunching toward the main house.
Memphis watched him go, jaw flexing once before he shifted his gaze to Law. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”
Law didn’t blink. “Yup.”
Rhett stepped out from the shadow of the barn, hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket. “What’re we thinking?”
Memphis rolled his shoulders. “That he’s about to do something stupid.”
Rhett huffed. “And we are what—volunteering to do something stupid too?”
Law snorted, the faintest tilt to his mouth. “Obviously.”
Memphis grinned. “Grab your shit.
If he’s leaving, we’re not letting him go rogue.”
They started walking—three steps in before Law slowed.
“Hold up.”
Memphis glanced back. “What now?”
Law lifted a brow. “What if we’re cutting into his love life?”
Rhett barked a laugh and cut Memphis a look. “Serves him right. Remember Stella Monroe?”
Memphis laughed outright. “Oh, hell.”
Law blinked. “Who?”
“Come on, bro,” Memphis said, jerking his head toward the barracks. “I’ll fill you in later.”
“You guys are trouble,” Law muttered, but he didn’t stop moving.
“Yep,” Rhett said under his breath—falling into step beside them.
“You’re coming, right?” Memphis asked Law.
“Damn right I am. You two are gonna need me—especially when Viper realizes you followed him.”
Memphis clapped Rhett’s shoulder. “You love us.”
The three of them headed off—silent shadows cutting across the frost-lined ground.
Following their commander.
Even off the books.
