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“Oh, come on, Deacon! I found a diary that not only affects River, but Wynton Coe as well! I love, love, love when all roads lead back to the same place! It’s too good.”
“Well, according to Oliver Pryce, a very nice man who works with Sasha, Wynton has been helping out quite a few omegas with the liquidation of their physical assets.”
“Meaning paintings, jewelry, silver, things like that,” Wade surmised.
“Correct.”
“And do we know that all these omegas were paid and then went on about their lives?”
“I don’t think we do,” I told him. “So maybe a warrant out for Wynton Coe as a person of interest? Do we think that’s a good idea?”
“I think, based on what Royce had to say and what you’ve just told me that yes, we’re going to go ahead and make that happen.”
“I feel so stupid,” Sasha murmured.
“No,” Wade told him. “We all have to trust people, Sasha, and sometimes it doesn’t work out how we thought, but you have to try. Look at you and Deacon. Where would you be now if you hadn’t taken a leap of faith?”
“That’s very true,” he said, then turned and took my hand. “Thanks for letting us know about Royce, and please do keep us up to date on Wyn.”
“Absolutely.”
When we got home, Sasha guided me down the alley behind the house, and I immediately saw the garage at the back and to the right of his yard. My SUV fit easily, and while I was happy to not have to look for street parking every night, I told him he needed a gate.
“Why?”
I looked at the suitcases, then at him.
“Oh, yes. It would be helpful if we could simply roll those into the backyard.”
“Also for things like, I don’t know, groceries.”
“Groceries,” he repeated excitedly, his eyes lighting up. “Yes. Now that there’s a car in my life, I could buy more than enough for one meal at a time.”
He’d missed all the sarcasm.
“I know you were being snide but I chose to ignore that.”
I smiled at him. “Okay, well, I’m going to lift all these bags over your five-foot fence now and set them down, then walk with you down and around.”
“Will you hold my hand?”
“If I must.”
He chuckled. “That sounds nice, but it would be quicker if I went by myself.”
“And even more so if, for instance, there was a gate back here.”
“So much sarcasm coming my way.”
“Maybe just enough,” I assured him.
“I can easily scale this fence.”
“No doubt, but maybe not when you’re carrying Christmas gifts, or something breakable, or bakery treats.”
“Are you a fan of bakery treats?” he asked dreamily, staring at me.
“I am, yes. So, with your permission, I will call a contractor on Monday and have a gate put in. What do you think?”
