"If you hadn't fucked up and gone all Mr. Stalker, then she'd have asked you."
Cade smirks. "So, are things good now with you and Lola?"
We ignore him. "You need a girl. Then you'll be happy, Silas. This is the shit you do, so stop complaining."
"I'm not fucking complaining. And I'll be more than happy when your girlfriend stops calling me every time she needs help."
Cade grins. "Girlfriend, huh? Nice twist. One I saw coming. Like, I saw it from space."
I shoot him a look. "Not helping."
His grin widens. "Not trying to."
I huff. "You are both assholes."
"Touchy."
Silas looks me up and down. "He is, isn't he? Is the great Enzo finally pussy-whipped? Because I called it with this one."
"No fair, so did I." Then Cade frowns. "So did Violet when we went to that bar."
Fuck, they're all insufferable.
Cade catches my eye. "Look. We know you're into her."
"Has anyone found out any more about Lola's dad and Lyndall's mom?" It's not a particularly good subject change, but I'll take anything right now.
Cade shakes his head, as does Silas.
"It's the same with most shit to do with old-school mafia and the people they use. The online trails are scant. Even the paper trails..."
Silas shrugs. "We'd need to get into things like letters, party dates, dinner dates, photos. The kinds of things that take a long time. Maybe Lola has her dad's personal stuff...stuff that wasn't taken by the FBI."
Cade nods. "Or she remembers something."
Silas gets up. "I'll get started on some other things. You need me, just call."
I realize he's abandoning me to Cade. "Coward."
"Don't I know it. Try to be kind, Cade."
The moment he's gone, Cade settles his gaze on me. "You should talk to her."
"No."
Cade removes his glasses and rubs his eyes. "Dude. You should learn from last time. Talk to her and tell her your thoughts. Tell her you think you found an affair and that Lyndall might be her biological sister."
"I will. But... not yet."
"Come on?—"
"Cade. Don't you think Lyndall's got a right to know first? It's her life that could change."
"Are you going to say she's not your sister?"
"Fuck, no." Why would I? It doesn't seem right. It feels like I'll be causing trouble needlessly. "What if she is?"
"And if you find differently?"
