"You want to sneak into his house, Patch?" Delaney asked, bewilderment on her face. "Seriously? I was just joking earlier when I said that," she whispered, looking over her shoulder to make sure neither her brother or Dillon were near.
Patch leaned against the kitchen table across from her, his palms face down, and his eyes serious. "Yes, he is hiding something. What would he want in my room, Delaney?"
She shrugged, while grabbing more baked beans from the stove, and a bottle of steak sauce for the boys. "I don't know. Are you sure you didn't leave your door open."
Patch stood up, and wiped his palm down his face. "I'm sure, Delaney. The bastard is up to something."
She glanced out of the back glass doors, noticing her brother talking to Dillon, while Dillon nursed a beer. "I mean ...
