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“We have a serious problem.”
Tuck didn’t even know how to begin explaining his night to Brodie and Zara when he got back to the Kindred motel room they’d been using as their base. Brodie was cleaning out his rifle and Zara was reading something on the bed, but both of them stopped what they were doing after letting him into the room.
Brodie wiped his hands on a rag. “One cryptic call in the middle of the night to tell us that you’re alive is not protocol.”
Zara scoffed and shimmied to the edge of the bed. “Now you know what it’s like, beau. What happened?”
“Kadie.” On saying her name, he sank down into the chair next to the door and was pleased to see his colleagues immediately grow concerned. “She showed up at the bar last night, I had to yank her from a grou
