Cap turned on his heel and faced his crew, already getting down to business. “Becky and Knight, get on this now. I want you to track down those photos and make sure they don’t reach anyone in town. If they do, you know what to do. Scrub those photos and make sure there’s no trace of them.”
“On it!” Becky grinned.
“Where the fuck is Rob?” he growled.
“Last I saw, he was hitting on Krista,” Craig smiled. “I gave him a few pointers.”
I didn’t want to think about what that could mean for my sister, so I shoved it to the back of my mind for a later date.
“Lola and Florrie, get in the house and get that phone away from Blake. Under no circumstances are you to engage with her in any active way.”
“So, you want us to take the phone the nice way?” Florrie snorted. “Sounds boring.”
“What about me? I’m very good at this stuff,” Maggie stepped up.
“We just rebuilt the house,” Cap mused. “Somehow, I don’t think letting you in the house is a good idea. The wordsgrenadeandstorycome to mind.”
“I wouldn’t blow up their house.”
“That’s the same thing you said when we were taking down Victor Adams.” He turned back to everyone else. “As for the rest of you, spread out. Family first. Then the townspeople.”
“And Maverick,” I added. “He’s one of the first on her list.”
“Let’s move, people! We’re on a time crunch!” Cap turned and lowered his voice. “What kind of damage are we talking?”
“Complete annihilation.”
Sighing, he shook his head at me. “You know, when you said you were moving away for a simple life, I really didn’t think I’d be out here saving your ass.”
“Well, not everything in life is simple, Cap. This’ll be the last time.”
“Somehow, I highly doubt that.” Giving a chin lift, I already knew what he was going to ask. “So, what were the pictures?”
Hunter chuckled behind me, the first sign that he wasn’t completely on my side.
“It was a misunderstanding.”
“Like you were trying on women’s shoes, misunderstanding? Or you were fucking another woman, misunderstanding?”
“Neither. Christ, who the hell do you think I am?”
“Hey, I gotta ask. My guys are out there right now. They’re gonna see, and when they do, I need to be prepared for any questions they throw my way. How you answer will determine the course of how this is handled.”
“Just tell him,” Hunter laughed.
It was all going to come out anyway. There was no going back, no changing the outcome. “It was a duckface.”
“A what?” he asked, his brows pulled down harshly.
“A duckface.”
When he still didn’t understand, I mimicked it the best I could.
“A duckface,” he repeated.
“Yeah.”
“You made a duckface.”
