Page 71 of Havoc

“He tapped Kenna’s phone, thankfully after she had Leo Gates do a sweep. We found one message after she got back from the desert and had that mishap with the Stripe Backs.” I gave him a look, and he shrugged.

“I had nothing to do with that.”

“You sure about that?”

“I’m focused on what I need to do, and attacking an entire motorcycle club on their turf isn’t on my to-do list.”

I believed him. “Good. Anyway, this time we’ll be ready, and when he texts her, we should be able to ping wherever it’s coming from.” I skipped over the details; Kurt knew more about spyware technology than I did.

He nodded. “That’s good. Besides, whoever it is only seems to be driving her into Grim’s arms. So, the faster?—”

“It’s all for show.” I cut him off and shook my head. There was no way those two would be able to co-exist in the world of love. Kenna was much too smart for that, and it was obvious they could barely be civil to each other at work.

“When will you see the world without your blinders on?” He rolled his eyes and dropped his elbows heavily on the table; the silverware clanked loudly. “And if it isn’t?” He eyed me hard, and I thought about the possibility of the two of them truly together. “Mmph,” he snorted, “you’ve got one Tame girl. Maybe focus on keeping that one in check and leave Kenna for Cameron to deal with.”

“If,” I drew out the word, “the unthinkable did happen, I’m not sure how Cameron would handle it. Grim’s done so much damage already, and that would no doubt push him over the edge.”

“And whose fault would that be?”

“I know, but I don’t want to see Kenna caught in the crossfire.”

“Look,” he rubbed his face, clearly not enjoying the conversation, “if Kenna is fucking around with Grim, that’s on her. She’s a grown-ass woman. Surely, Cameron can see what I do.”

“Cameron can barely see past his own nose, and as time goes on, he’s becoming more preoccupied with you-know-who’s condition.”

“Well, I get that. We don’t need a repeat—” He lowered his voice when the waitress whisked by.

I finished his thought for him. “No, we don’t.”

“Seriously, though, Kenna and Grim might be enemies, but there’s sexual tension anytime they’re in the same room.” He rubbed his head in frustration. “They always win, don’t they?”

“Winning isn’t determined by your sexual partner, but by who is the last one standing after the war’s over,” I gleefully reminded him.

“Do you ever forget anything I say?”

I smiled warmly. “What’s the fun in that?”

“Smartass.” He looked pissed as he turned up his nose at the napkin ring and flipped it over. “So, why did Ines have that meeting with Kenna the other day?”

“No clue.” I removed my glasses and used a fresh linen napkin to clean the lenses. “I was wrong about him. He’s not as weak as I thought.”

“Say the word, and he’s gone.”

“Sadly, I think he needs to be a side character in this little play for a while longer. If he went missing, they’d notice.”

“Perhaps, but if he IDs you and shares why you approached him, that’s an entirely different shit storm coming our way.”

“Agreed,” I pushed my glasses back into place, “which is why when Kenna gets back, I’ll need to see how she is with me.”

“And if she’s different?”

I knew better than to answer that question. “We’ll cross that bridge when we need to.”

“I’m sure we will.” He checked his phone, and his face twisted, then he turned it around to show me a photo. “Need any more proof?”

I studied the photo of Kenna in a tiny white swimsuit standing in front of Grim. His hand seemed to caress her breast. “A photo is a mere snapshot of time.”

“Your IQ is much higher than that, Simon. Wake up and smell that fucking fake flowers!”

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