Denver swallowed. Yeah. That was family. His chest warmed. “But Ineedyou to stay in South Dakota.”
Ryker paused. “Den? What’s going on?”
“I feel the past coming,” Denver whispered, knowing his brother would understand. “It’s climbing down my neck, you know?”
Ryker settled back into his chair. “Yeah.” His chin lowered. “I sense it, too. They’re so close I can feel them breathing.”
Sheriff Cobb had been hunting them for years, and he’d come close to finding them a week ago. Denver cleared his throat. “My focus is split, so yours can’t be. You have to keep with trying to find Cobb and Madison before they find us.”
Isobel Madison was the real name of the lady doctor who’d studied them, the woman they’d known as Sylvia Daniels when they were in the boys home together, and Denver would give anything to never see her again. But his gut told him he’d see her and soon.
Ryker studied him quietly. “I think you need backup.”
Hell, Denver needed more than backup. But they had to keep their flanks covered. “Remain on our primary objective while I work this case. As soon as I need anything, I’ll call you.” He looked at his brother. “Are we any closer to finding them?”
“No. Pacific Northwest is all we’ve got—and we’re guessing on that,” Ryker said. “My gut says they’re somewhere between us right now. We’ll find them.”
The determination flowing through Denver even felt dark. Like an ending of sorts. “Agreed.” When they found Cobb and Madison, Denver was going to put them in the ground. He needed to end the threat hanging over his brothers’ heads, and he’d do it bloody and fast. But first he needed to protect Noni. “Why don’t you get some—”
A large hand shoved Ryker away from the camera, and Heath ducked into view. His brown hair was mussed, and his greenish brown eyes were unfocused. “You see Noni and tell her to stop posting your picture on the Internet?”
“Yes. I found her. She won’t put up any more pictures.” Denver relaxed more at seeing both of his brothers safe and in one place. Then he bit back another sigh. Of course neither of his brothers was sleeping. Why would they be? It was only two in the morning. “You okay?”
“Definitely,” Heath said.
Denver took in his older brother. “Love looks good on you.” Heath had just put down a serial killer while saving the woman he loved, whom he was now preparing to marry. “You’re glowing.”
Heath snorted. “I think the bride is supposed to glow.”
Denver forced a smile. Heath was a badass who couldn’t glow if he tried. Even so, it felt good to mess with him a little. “In your eyes there are stars filled with little hearts.”
Ryker grinned, only half of his face visible now. “You’re getting poetic, Den.”
Yeah, that was him. A poet. “If it don’t rhyme, it’s not a poem,” he murmured.
Heath stretched his neck. “I’m not sure that’s true.”
Denver shrugged. Like they’d know a poem, a real one, if it bit them on the ass. “Speaking of which, are you writing your own vows?”
Heath shook his head. “Hell no. But I think Ryker and Zara are.”
Ryker’s visible eye widened. “Why do you think that?”
Heath smiled a little smugly. “Zara said so.”
The horror on Ryker’s face finally pushed Denver to completely relax. “Just make it rhyme.”
“Really?” Ryker asked, his expression clearing.
“No,” Denver said, shaking his head. “God.”
Heath’s gaze narrowed. “Where are you, anyway?”
Denver sobered. He’d almost convinced Ryker to stay in place, and now he needed to do the same with Heath. “Noni and I are at the Snowville safe house, and I’m researching her case.”
“Why did she try to find you?” Heath asked, his eyebrows rising.
Ryker shoved him aside, half taking over the view. “She’s chasing a baby kidnapped by a gang and they’ve turned on her.”
