“And that won’t do any good. We’ve never seen eye to eye. You know that.”
“Then I can’t help you.”
There had to be something I could give Wyatt. Something he wanted morethan his revenge on my family. But Wyatt was just like me. Family meant everything, and he wasn’t about to help a Parker unless it benefited him somehow.
Family.
“I can help you find your wife,” I called out.
Very slowly, he turned and narrowed his eyes at me. The anger on his face was palpable. I’d hit a nerve, but that’s what I needed. The one thing that got Wyatt worked up was when anyone mentioned his wife.
Some thought he killed her.
But me…I thought she ran out.
“Don’t fucking talk to me about my wife ever again.”
He turned on his heel and stormed away. As he climbed up into the truck, he eyed me one last time before slamming the door.
“What was that about?” Blake asked, walking up to me.
Glancing over my shoulder, I made sure the kid was out of earshot. “I was hoping he would help me.”
“Well, clearly that’s not going to happen.”
“We’ll see.”
There was still a shot. I’d let him stew on the idea of finding his wife for a while. I had a feeling he’d come around eventually.
Wrapping my arm around Blake’s shoulder, I turned for Mav’s car. “Let’s go home.”
“Is that the last of it?”Mav shouted, hauling the final box into our brand new house through the back door.
I glanced around at our meager belongings and sighed. Before it burned to the ground, we had made the house just how we wanted it. Now…
“Yeah, that’s it.”
Setting the box on the counter, he looked around. “Looks about the same as last time.”
“Yeah, except for all the stuff missing.”
Striding over to the window, he knocked on it. “Reinforced glass. At least we know she won’t be throwing me through any windows.”
“Not yet. It’s Blake. I’m sure she’d find a way.”
Knight strode into the room, his face buried in some kind of electronic device. “You ready to do this?” he asked withoutlooking up.
“Do what?”
“Go through the instructions. Given what happened last time, I made a few upgrades.”
Upgrades. My mind drifted back to the killer robot that nearly killed me. “Knight, I told you I didn’t want anything.”
He snorted at that. “Right.”
“I’m serious. I don’t need that shit out here.”
But he didn’t listen. He walked right past me and over to the thermostat on the wall. “See this?”
