CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
No one got the chance to do much talking. By the time they convinced Suzette to go to her sister’s, there was no time left for debate.
Ruger’s silence was a red flag underlined by his scowl. Gone was the fun-loving, easy-going Ruger Warner. In his place was an edgy man on alert.
Lyssa and Colt got dressed. Given the reputation of their visitors, it seemed prudent. It wasn’t civilized to have a conversation of this magnitude with no underwear on.
Eager not to leave Rushe and his cohort alone for too long, Ruger was either worried about appearing rude, or their guests gathering intelligence while no one was watching.
The three of them returned to the kitchen. Rushe was in the seat that Flick had occupied earlier. The little woman was in his lap with her arms looped ar
