“They’re loud,” Shay countered.
“That’s the point.”
Push’s voice cut through before Shay could continue.“What are you three doing?”
I turned back toward him.
He hadn’t moved from beside the bar, but his posture had changed.Alert now.Focused.The same way he’d looked every time something went sideways around me.
Which, admittedly, was often.
“McKayla says she needs to see the photos again,” Pearl answered.Then she shifted her attention to me and whispered, “What photos?”
I laughed despite the urgency buzzing under my skin.“The two wanted posters.”
Prime nodded toward the bar.“They should be in that stack of papers.”
Push moved before I did, already reaching for the pile beside the open laptop.
I crossed the room quickly, the girls right behind me, Piney wandering in after us like a bodyguard pretending he wasn’t curious.
The stack of papers sat near the laptop, and the two posters were right on top.Push handed them to me without a word.
Our fingers brushed.
One stupid touch.
My brain immediately remembered his hands on my waist.His mouth.The way he’d stopped last night even when I knew he didn’t want to.
Focus, McKayla.
Missing sister.
Murder island.
Possibly psychotic game-playing stalker.
Not tattooed biker mouth.
I spread the posters side by side on the bar and leaned over them.
The room quieted around me.
Pearl and Shay stood to my left.Push stood close on my right.Prime moved in beside Shay, while Piney leaned against the end of the bar.Lost appeared from somewhere behind the counter like he had been summoned by the possibility of drama.
“What are you looking for?”Push asked.
“I don’t know yet.”
“Helpful,” Piney muttered.
I ignored him.
At first, all I saw was Erin.
Again.
Her face.
