What? Ask the sender of the text to drop by here for abeer? Nope. I have to go.
I wrapped the food in cling wrap and put it in the fridge. Then I headed back to the living room. “You going to be okay? You need something?”
Finn shook his head. “All good. I might be in bed when you come back. Just come to bed, okay?”
“I don’t like the idea of leaving you here with the door unlocked.”
“So take the spare key. In the junk drawer.”
Cute how I already knew which drawer was the one he used for…junk. I grabbed the key and made my way back over to him. “I’m glad you’re alive.”
“I am too.” He offered me an endearing smile. Then handed me my phone.
I frowned.
“You handed it to me when you took my plate. Are you sure you should be driving? You’re really distracted. Something you need to talk about?”
I shook my head. “All good. I promise.” I pressed a kiss to his lips.
Words of endearment were on the tip of my tongue—but they wouldn’t come. Or, rather, I couldn’t force them.
“Go to bed. Call your mom. Just…take care.”
“You’re sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah. Fine.” I plastered a bright smile on my face and turned to leave. I forced myself to leave without turning around.
Because I had a sinking feeling things were about to go to shit.
Chapter Thirty
Finn
Igave Ulysses a five-minute head start.
Damn fool man. Thought he was going somewhere without me.
After downing a couple of ibuprofens and pissing, I was out the door, in my SUV, and following him to Friesen Road. Two miles past the dump. If my calculations were correct, that was the McFadden property. They used to run a grow-op up there back in the day when marijuana was illegal. When the government changed their tune and made the stuff legal, McFadden tried to go legit. Last I heard, he’d given up. Too damn many regulations. Old fool had never been a rule follower, and his two kids hadn’t fallen far from the rotten tree. I’d thought they were all still in jail for the latest fraud.
Clearly I’d been mistaken.
This goes deeper than you know.
Silly man. Ulysses. Handing me his phone with the screen unlocked and the text open for me to see.
Maybe he intended you to see it.
Nah. If he’d wanted me to see it, he would’ve shown it to me. If he’d wanted my help, all he’d needed to do was ask.
Maybe he was worried about your health.
Well, shit, that might just be true.
Maybeyoushould be worried about your health.
I pushed that thought right out of my mind. If Ulysses was headed up to the McFadden property, then he damn well needed backup.
You realize a quick call to Colton, Dorrie, or Seth will get you that backup.
