Page 80 of Jonny’s Redemption

Bobby’s smile faltered, but not in a bad way as such when she whispered, “I don’t want a big wedding and I don’t need someplace tropical.”

“You wanna get married on the farm in the back field where Nix and Micky got married?” Jonny surmised.

“Yeah.”

Evie and Chasin would soon be getting married in the same spot that Nix and Micky had tied the knot. Holden and Charleigh would be, too, and a thought started to form.

“Carry on the tradition,” Jonny muttered.

“It’s good luck.”

“What is?”

“This farm. Nixon came home and found his soulmate. And when he came he brought Jameson, Weston, Chasin, and Holden with him. Then Alec came and they all found what they needed. Different circumstances but it all started here. And if Nixon hadn’t come home, here, back to this farm, I wouldn’t have found you. This place is magic.”

The Swagger farm was magic.

“Does this mean you’re moving in?”

“Yeah, Jonny, I’m moving in. Though I don’t actually have anything else to move in, all my clothes are already there.”

“Bobby, your place is full of furniture. We can trade out whatever you want.”

“No way. Your house is perfect the way it is.”

Jonny loved she thought that but he couldn’t help worrying about why she didn’t want to move her furniture.

“Seriously, baby, move your stuff—”

“You don’t get it. Stuff is just stuff. All I need is you. Well, and my clothes, and shoes, and my makeup.” She stopped and grinned then continued. “Okay, so I need a lot of stuff. But I don’t need the furniture. Besides, we can turn the shed into a bunkhouse for artists when they come to the studio.”

Bobby’s place couldn’t be described as a bunkhouse, but Jonny wasn’t going to argue with her over furniture when he was getting what he wanted. And that was her and the abundance of clothes, shoes, and girly products that came with her.

“We’ll pack up the rest when I pick you up?”

“Sounds like a plan, Stan.”

Jonny huffed out a laugh.

“I love you, Jonny Spencer.”

Good God, that never got old.

“Love you, too, Bobby Layne. Now give me a kiss so I can let you get to work.”

She didn’t give him a kiss. Instead, she stared at him and smiled. So he kissed her and he did it long and hard with a good amount of tongue. By the time Jonny broke the kiss he was seriously considering telling McKenna to email him the reports—trees be dammed—and taking Bobby home, getting back into bed, and not leaving for a week.

However, that wasn’t what he did. And hours later, he would wholeheartedly regret leaving her.

“You’re positive?” Jameson asked McKenna.

Jonny glanced at Nixon and was unsurprised he looked pissed. The Dillingers were not his favorite topic and that was who they’d been discussing. McKenna had looked deeper into Richard Dillinger and there was nothing in the dead man’s past that tied him to Anderson Bull or his family—no feuds, no beefs, no issues at all. McKenna had been extra careful and double-checked Dick’s connection, there was none other than Anderson’s arrest.

There was plenty of dirt on Jarrod Clifford but nothing concrete that linked him to Anderson or his family. He’d been keeping a low profile as well. The biggest recent events in his life were his second divorce and his brother dying of lasting complications due to his long-ago car accident.

A knot started to form.

They’d wasted a month looking into Dick Dillinger. He’d been sure that Anderson’s disappearance was related the Dillingers. Anderson was practically a saint, he had no known enemies, no vices that would put him in with an unsavory crowd, he paid his bills on time, worked hard, and spent time with his wife. But that meant nothing to the Dillingers. Back in the day if someone looked at one of them funny they wrote a ticket. If either of them had felt any sort of disrespect they’d make the offending person’s life hell.