“I’m okay. Here,” Kai threw the bill at Jayce.
Jayce caught the fluttering twenty, then looked quizzically at Kai.
“It’s the money she paid the carriage driver, who happens to be the father of one of my bartenders.”
Jayce glanced at the bill, not liking the vibes from the cash, and rounded the hood of the car. “I don’t think ‘happens to be’ is what you were expecting. And none of us believes in coincidences.”
Kai didn’t say anything as he climbed behind the wheel and turned the key.
“Thanks for staying with Peyton and Alexa,” Kai said to Jayce as he merged into traffic.
“You can thank me by keeping Mason’s fist from connecting with my jaw, which he might do, since he knows you left me behind to follow a lead on your own.” Jayce dropped the twenty into one of the deli bags at his feet
