He grinned. “Where we can surround the arsehole and glare menacingly while you question him.”
Mila smirked back then tapped out a text.
A minute later, she grinned bigger. “He agreed. Figured he would because he’d contacted me, but he’s coming.”
“When?” Convict asked.
“In an hour.”
My heart thumped harder. Why, I wasn’t sure, but my Spidey senses were tingling, and only in the bad way.
After Tyler had driven us home, escorting us back inside the safety of the warehouse, I pulled Mila aside. A thought flung itself into the forefront of my mind and wouldn’t quit.
“Can you try asking him something else on my behalf? I want to know if our grandfather was told why I left all those years ago. Wallace would know, wouldn’t he?”
“I can try.” She twisted her lips. “I’m curious, too, but it might not be nice finding out.”
After all I’d endured at my family’s hands, I couldn’t imagine Wallace having the power to surprise me. Which probably meant he would.
Chapter 35
Dixie
Curled up on cushions on the floor by the window, I let Tyler push my earpiece in.
He held up a finger to pause me then left the room. He spoke in a whisper, but the words were clear as day through the comms. “Hey, doll. Know how pretty ye are right now?”
I smiled. “Can you hear me, too?”
“I can.”
“Then come here and show me rather than telling.”
“Mila will be able to hear as well, so keep it clean.”
My sister’s voice sounded in my ear. “What a second to pop my earbud in. At least it’s working, right?”
My soft laugh brought Tyler’s return.
He cast an amused and definitely turned-on look over me then checked his watch. “Wallace is due any minute, so I’m heading down. Remember, my camera view will also have sound, but you should hear your uncle over Mila’s hidden mic.”
He lingered, so I rose on my knees, grabbed a handful of his shirt, and pulled him down to kiss me. My boy didn’t hesitate, parting my lips with his to make his claim.
We hadn’t done nearly enough of that.
I needed a week of just living on his lips, learning him and taking our time.
Tyler groaned into the hot press, adding so much to my discovery on how I loved his kisses.
“Uh, guys? I can still hear,” Mila said.
Tyler broke away, gave one final press to my forehead, and left.
Warmed through, I resumed my hiding, whispering an apology to an amused Mila.
Below my perch, a queue had formed outside Divine. Neon-pink lights swirled over the cobbled walkway and reflected onto the river and across to the bridge.
Somewhere out there, my uncle was making his way to the warehouse.
