When he disarmed the Dodge and opened the driver’s door, he looked at her and said, “There’s no room in the trunk.”
At this, Peyton raised a brow and moved to the door he held open for her. As she bent to climb in the back, she took a moment and looked up at him. “Secrets?”
Kai’s grin was quick. “Yeah. I’ve got a few.”
His gift told him there were no threats on the street, so he watched as Peyton tossed her bag on the backseat, then fold herself up to join it.
“I don’t suppose you have another vehicle,” she said.
“Sure, I do, but my Harley can only seat two.”
Jayce slid onto the passenger seat after Alexa joined her sister in the back. “And it doesn’t have bulletproof glass, a roll bar, steel reinforced fenders, or,” he glanced at his friend, “the other little extras.”
Peyton wonder
