I took a slow sip of beer, hiding my grin. Look for was Ryder’s polite way of saying it. Jett made his living as a bounty hunter finding people who didn’t want to be found.
A useful skill for our shared…pastimes.
“So he’s doing well,” Ryder added, like that passed for good news.
“As well as Jett ever does,” I muttered, thinking about the last of our little trio. The three of us were all running from our own demons. Jett was just a little bit better at following his out of town.
Movement flickered at the edge of my vision…Kelsey, working up the nerve to try her luck with me again. I braced for the singsong purr, the leaning-too-far cleavage act.
But before she could pounce, a loud crash split the night outside, violent enough to silence the room again. Every head in The Hollow turned t
