“You’ve been staring at me nonstop for two hours,” I said.“You’re going to sprain something.”
“Worth it,” he said.
He joined me at the fence, shoulder brushing mine.We stood there a while, watching the sun bleed down toward the trees.
“Hanley called Spade this afternoon,” Kane said after a bit.
“Oh?”I asked.“You listening at doors again?”
“Spade was yelling on speaker,” he said.“Hard not to.”
“Good yelling or bad yelling?”I asked.
Kane nodded.“Hanley called to thank us for anonymous files which ‘fell’ into his inbox.Maps he ‘happened’ to receive on his desk.The detective remains unaware of who stands behind these gifts.”
“Do you believe he suspects?”I twisted a loose thread on my cut.
Kane shrugged one shoulder, his eyes meeting mine.“Perhaps.A smart man would avoid digging too deep.He received what he needed.”A smile crept across his face.“And so did we.”
He nudged my shoulder.“Diaz is going to be tied up in court for a long time.He’ll be busy trying to weasel out of charges instead of plotting new routes.”
“Good,” I said.
“Hanley asked about you,” he said.
My heart stuttered.“What?”I asked.
“Not by name,” he said quickly.“He asked if the ‘source’ was safe.Spade told him yeah.No details.Just… yeah.Hanley said to tell whoever it was that sometimes justice takes the scenic route, but it still arrives.”
Tears pricked my eyes again.
“Scenic route, my ass,” I said.“Took the whole damn interstate system.”
Kane chuckled.
I exhaled.“You ever think about leaving?”
He looked at me.“Leaving what?”
I swept my hand across our surroundings.“All of it.Our club.This town.Everything we’ve built.Diaz sits behind bars now.But there will always be another bad guy.And I get the feeling the club will be involved in taking them down.”
Kane leaned his elbows against rough fence wood, eyes fixed on distant trees.
“Maybe the first few months,” he said.“Before I had anything worth staying for.Back when I still thought running solved problems instead of packing them in your trunk with you.”
“What changed?”I asked.
“You,” he said simply.
Heat flooded my face.“You say that like I’m the center of your universe,” I muttered.
“You are,” he said.
“Unhealthy,” I said.
“Probably,” he agreed.“Don’t care.”
He turned, caging me between his arms and the fence.Not trapping.Just… surrounding.
