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I might have to feel out the Viking God, just in case Birdie needs him.
Luckily, Dante was in Montana for a couple of days. I was sure I could get him to snoop around for me…
16
Dante
Montana was one of my favorite places, and not only because Bone’s property was like out of a movie or that show everyone loves, Yellowstone. The dude’s place had top-notch everything.
Plentiful hunting and fishing. Snowmobile trails. A big blue sky.
But Minnesota would always have the best ice fishing, something I missed doing with my friends, uncles, and dad. It was getting late in the season, so I’d have to wait until next winter.
“So, I hear Ember’s giving you a chance, cuz.” A shit-eating grin stretched across Track’s face.
“Your dad has a big mouth.”
“I’ll take that as a yes. And what’s this I hear about you and an underaged girl?” He made a tsk-tsk sound and waggled his finger. As if he were Mr. Perfect, he’d fallen in love with his stepsister. Of course, they were both adults and had never lived together growing up. Still, their parents were married, and had four kids together. Raymond, Valerie, and the twins. Izan and Sophia were Track’s and Brynne’s half-siblings.
When I put it all out like that, it was definitely weird. But hey, Track and Brynne worked, and they’d been together for almost twenty years.
I groaned. “Storm has a big mouth.”
“He tells me everything.”
“I doubt that. My dad told you, didn’t he?”
Track chuckled. “Yeah, Storm doesn’t tell me shit. He’s still bitter about moving my family to Montana, but it’s still new and he’ll get over it.” He guzzled his beer. “My dad needs me, and Stom knows family is everything.”
“I get that. I would’ve done the same.”
“What’s up?” Saint set a bottle of Crown on the table and sat down. “Is this a private party, or can anyone join?”
“We’re just catching up,” Track replied. “Right, cuz?”
“Yup.” Dammit. Ember had texted me earlier about Saint, and I told her if I saw him, I’d nose around. I’d really hoped I wouldn’t see him. My loyalty was to my cousin Raymond, and I didn’t want to be caught in the middle of the shit between him and Birdie.
“Cool.” Saint filled his glass half full of whiskey. “We didn’t have time to get acquainted at your party last weekend. I hear you were in the military.”
“That’s right. I severed six years, five as an Army Ranger.” I took a swig of my beer. “How do you like Montana?”
“Born and raised here, never leaving.”
“I feel the same about Minnesota. Birdie says hi.” I threw out the last part casually like they were friends.
“Why would she say that?” Track hiked a protective brow. Should’ve known he’d question it. He always had Storm’s back.
I eyed Saint, who seemed surprised.
“So do you hunt?” Saint changed the subject, but I could tell my cousin was having none of it.
“Hold up. Why the fuck would Birdie mention you? She’s Storm’s daughter.” Track’s jaw twitched as he accused Saint of a crime without knowing the details.
“She’s also an adult, twenty-three, if I recall correctly.”
“Her age doesn’t mean jack shit, and you know it. Tell me you didn’t get in her pants.”
“I never kiss and tell.”
