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“Sure. When I eat my momma’s home cookin’,” he drawled without shifting his gaze from the computer monitor. With his free hand, he tapped at the keys.
“What are you looking at?”
“Just doing a little digging on the church’s recovering addicts group that Clay is taking an interest in.”
“And?”
“Their social media is clean. They’re peaceful. Nothing out of place at all, just invitations to join them at the meetings and enjoy their refreshments.”
Quaide pulled out a chair and sank to it. “We know something’s going down.”
“I know what happened to Lark with that kidnapping. I’m not saying they’re not dirty, but on the surface, they don’t appear to be crooked. I’ll look into it.”
“It’s what Sentry does.”
Julius glanced up, a smile quirking his lips. “Some members of Sentry seem to get a little more fun than most.”
Quaide cocked a brow. “Why don’t you come right out and say it?”
“Okay. You and Dove? Are about as disgusting together as my brothers and their women. I’m not sure how you two got separated from each other, but you shouldn’t let her get away.”
Julius’s statement increased the deep ache inside him, the one he’d been carrying with him for the past six weeks of hell.
It bugged him that he didn’t know where he stood with her. Declarations of love didn’t come easy to him, and she must know that even if they didn’t know every single small detail about each other.
But she hadn’t said a thing about her feelings in return.
He sat there brooding over it all while Julius continued his research into the church group.
A feminine but slightly grouchy voice projected from the kitchen. “Is there coffee? Please tell me it’s good coffee.”
Dove responded. “Quaide made it. I know it’s good.”
“Oooh, Quaide made it,” Rain mocked.
“Do you ever stop being sassy?”
“No. You never used to be this serious either, Dovey. Not even after—”
Silence rang out. He and Julius exchanged a questioning look. There was definitely some secret between the sisters that Quaide wanted to know about. If it had to do with the drug dealer and money laundering, heneededto know.
A minute later, both ladies entered the dining room, cradling mugs of coffee.
He skipped straight over Rain to meet Dove’s eyes.
“We took the last of the coffee, but don’t worry,” she said to him. “I started a fresh pot. I figured you’d want another cup.”
When Julius and Rain shared a wide-eyed look, Quaide snapped, “Cut that out. It’s just coffee.”
“Sure, bro. What else would it be about?”
Dove avoided his gaze as she sat across the table from him. Too far away. He would only be happy with her round ass snug against his groin.
Seconds later, Jennings and Clay joined them, which was good because their presence distracted Julius from more teasing comments.
When they were all seated, Clay removed his black Stetson and settled it on the table in front of him. He stared at the hat for a moment and then snorted.
“Sorry—removing my hat at the table that way is a move left over from my days with WEST Protection. At the meetings, everyone takes off their hat and sets it on the table.”
