“Where did he come from?” Abbey asks, and I grin, linking my fingers with hers.
“I have him set up in a hidden hut. He’s been working with Riggs and his team to improve our security.”
“Oh.” She nods, her eyes not leaving our tech guru, who rarely shows his face.
He’s a skinny fucker. Not necessarily lanky, but just skinny, dark hair, dark eyes, dark beard. Matches his soul really. But, fuck, he’s good at what he does, especially when he has the right tools at his disposal.
“Ringo, Abbey.” He nods to both of us as he nears.
“Let’s go for a walk,” I grunt, leading him and Abbey to the path that weaves around my house. We walk silently, before stepping off the path towards the tree where I ate my wife out on our wedding day.
Fuck, that was a good way to celebrate.
“Where are we going?” Abbey asks as she nearly trips on a protruding tree root, but I manage to keep her upright.
“Just here, Angel. Where no one can hear us.”
She snorts, and I imagine she’s remembering how much noise she made when she came on my face and knew anyone close by would have heard her.
“Give me an update on Caroline Thatcher,” I ask Lewy when we stop, and he nods, not even faltering at the odd location I led us to.
“Her parents are dead. No known siblings. She has an aunt who lives in New Zealand. She withdrew all her cash from her bank the same day…” Lewy stalls, his eyes flicking to Abbey before coming back to mine. “The day Bobbi was taken.”
Abbey’s hand tenses in mine at hearing her daughter’s name, but I keep my eyes on my club brother as I speak.
“Unless she has connections like we do, then there’s no way two women and a baby would’ve been able to breach the closed international borders and fly to New Zealand,” I muse, kinda fucking thankful for the pandemic in this instance. “State borders have been erratic, but a lot fucking easier to cross. Look into her socials andknown friends. It’s likely someone else is helping her and Elizabeth to keep Bobbi hidden.”
“Already on it.” Lewy nods before flicking his gaze to my wife. “We’ll find your daughter. I promise.”
Lewy smiles then. A rarity, but it’s still daylight enough out here for Abbey to see it, and I feel her hand relax in mine as she nods.
“Thank you.”
Lewy leaves us then, disappearing into the scrub like he was never here, and I pull Abbey to my chest, looking down into those big dark eyes that still carry so much pain.
“He’s right. We will find her.” I press a kiss to her hair, and she sighs, locking her arms around me.
“Waiting is a killer.”
“I know it is, Angel. Maybe you should find your sister,” I rasp against her hair, not wanting to pull back. “I bet she’d love to spend some time with you.”
She nods against my chest. “I should. She’s probably been worrying about me all day.”
“Probably,” I agree, pulling back as she does to peer back down into her eyes, wondering if I should tell her the plan I’m weaving in my head.
“I could use a hot shower too.” She cringes, grabbing at her ponytail. “I think I have a family of bugs caught in my hair.”
I chuckle at that. “They are probably part of the family of bugs splattered against my visor.”
“Ew.” She screws up her nose, the action making her look all of her nineteen years before her expression turns mischievous. “Wanna come shower with me?”
“Stop trying to get me naked, woman,” I growl, tugging her closer and nipping at her lips as she giggles.
When she pushes back from me, she walks backwards, swaying her hips all sexy like, and fuck, my cock is already responding to her sneaky, sassy ways.
“I’ll make it worth your while,” she coos, right before a squeak flies from her as she trips backwards over the same fucking tree root as before, landing butt first in the dirt.
“Careful.” I hurry forward, but skid to a stop as she springs up, dusting her hands over her arse.
