Chapter 21
The huge doors were open on the machine shed turned gym. Summer’s breathless heat oozed inside to settle on the four men working out.
Ruarke was doing sit-ups, something he loathed, but he liked the gleam in Santee’s eyes when she surreptitiously eyeballed him. Sweat ran down his face and dripped onto the floor beneath the bench. His eyes smarted, but his bare torso didn’t offer anything to swipe the sweat away on.
Joe’s phone sounded the gate chime. He racked the barbells, grabbed it, and a towel. “Sheriff’s at the gate.”
“Might know,” Pete said. “It’s almost noon. Just in time for dinner.”
Ruarke grunted, “Just in time for Santee’s return, you mean. Might as well let him in.” From the corner of his eye, Ruarke saw Raschid grin at Ruarke’s disgruntled response.
Ruarke had
