I watched her walk to a BMW.
A fucking BMW.
And she walked to it in her pumps, cute jeans and a trendy blazer.
Guess she got some money somewhere along the way.
I felt Raye get close.
“Who was that?” she asked.
“Knox’s mother,” I answered.
I heard the wind whistle between her teeth as she sucked in breath.
“No joke?” she asked.
“Not even a little,” I answered.
“What was she doing here?”
“She wanted me to be the go-between to talk to Knox.”
Raye made an impatient noise before asking, “Why does everyone think you’ll do that?”
“Don’t ask me.”
A short hesitation before, “I know…a little about this. Cap told me.”
Not a surprise.
“She left when he was eleven. That wasn’t the problem. It wasn’t a healthy environment, for any of them. The problem was she didn’t look back until he was an adult. They’ve had one meet. He wasn’t feeling moving that family reunion forward. And if he doesn’t feel that, I’m not feeling it. Does that fill in any blanks?”
She nodded slowly and asked, “Are you going to tell him she showed tonight?”
“Of course I’m going to tell him.”
That said, I wasn’t looking forward to that convo. Not having to lay that on him after he sat down with Brady (for me). Not ever.
“I’m sorry, babe,” she murmured.
“I am too.”
“How did she find you?”
“My guess?”
She nodded.
“Gypsy.”
“Gypsy knows about you?”
“My guess again?”
She nodded again.
“I bet Gypsy keeps tabs on her brother. Especially after one of her thugs shot him.”
