Page 110 of Smitten with the Single Dad

Everett had already hit a timer on his phone.

They all held their breath, watching as Burke raced for his life.

Wyatt glanced down at Everett’s phone.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Everett winced.

Burke reached shore.

Vica dug her nails into Wyatt’s arm.

But nothing happened.

They all exhaled in relief.

Burke smiled and waved as he climbed out of the kayak, and everyone up near the pub cheered.

“This is getting too fucking scary,” Wyatt said. “A bomb? A motherfucking bomb?”

Everett nodded. “Yeah, man. This is …” he raked his fingers through his light-brown hair, “out of my wheelhouse.”

Burke reached them, and Vica flung herself into his arms. “Don’t you dare do that again,” she said. Then she swatted his arm and cursed a bunch in Italian, before hugging him again. He was all smiles though.

Wyatt held out his hand and shook Burke’s before hauling his friend in for a hug. “Thanks. That was …”

“Fucking terrifying,” Burke said. “Not gonna lie.”

Wyatt met Vica’s gaze, then Everett’s. First, they tried to run Vica over. Then, they successfully ran her, Wyatt and the boys off the road,andshot at them. They shot at children! Fucking children!Then, they shot at Vica on the property. Once again, not giving a shit about a wayward bullet ricocheting off a tree and hitting someone else. And now, she was being sent a fucking bomb to a restaurant full of people? Whoever was after her was getting desperate and reckless. They no longer cared about how many other people got hurt, as long as their target was eliminated in the process.

The question that itched like a fresh mosquito bite on the back of his neck, though, was how did they know she was working in the kitchen in the first place?

Did they have a mole in their midst? Did Wyatt and his brothers hire a fucking turncoat?

With his good mood obliterated, he marched back up to the pub, pulling Bennett and Clint aside. “I don’t care if we lose every fucking staff member, we’re getting some answers. And if we have to interrogate them, then we will. This. Ends. Now.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

Even though all seemed well, they closed down the pub for the remainder of the day.

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