Page 116 of Smitten with the Single Dad

She sighed. “And we’re temporary. I don’t even know why I’m feeling this way. I am ashamed of myself.”

He shook his head. “Don’t be.” He was about to say more, but the front door opened and Wyatt entered looking somber.

“Your face holds little promise that the mole has been successfully sniffed out,” Dom said as Wyatt ate up the distance between them and stood beside the table where they still sat.

“You would be correct,” Wyatt said, his expression stiff. “Based on everything that was said, we’re leaning toward Ginny, but we have no hard proof. Just a feeling and how nervous Ginny seemed when we interviewed her.”

“So then we don’t schedule Ginny for a few days and see if anything changes?” Dom suggested.

Wyatt nodded. “Yeah, that’s what Clint said too. And maybe. I just feel like we’re missing something.”

“What?” Vica asked.

He shook his head. “I don’t know. But a key piece of the puzzle just hasn’t made itself visible yet. It’s there. We’re just not seeing it.” His phone started to warble in his pocket and he pulled it out. “It’s Sergeant Fox.”

“Put it on speaker phone,” Dom instructed.

Wyatt nodded. “Hello, Sergeant. You’re on speaker with Vica and my brother, Dom.”

“Good news. Evie Sanchez has agreed to help. Barnes and his wife, Brier, are escorting her to the jet. Have you secured a runway?”

Wyatt’s eyes flew open. “Shit. I totally forgot about that.”

“We, uh … we had a minor setback,” Dom informed him. “Someone sent Vica a bomb to the restaurant today. So we’ve been dealing with that.”

“Did it go off?” the sergeant exclaimed.

“No. Thankfully. My head chef is a former bomb tech with the military, and he managed to defuse it. But we’re all pretty shaken up about it.”

“Jesus. I’ll say. I haven’t heard any news about a bomb threat on San Camanez. Did it just happen?”

“Yeah, like two hours ago,” Wyatt said. “But I’ll go speak with Mal Ernie. See if he’ll let us use his airstrip.”

“Let me know. Otherwise, we’ll have to get the jet to land in Seattle and helicopter Evie over.”

“I’ll keep you in the loop.”

They disconnected the call, and Wyatt lobbed a weary sigh. The man looked close to snapping, but also keeling over from exhaustion. And it was all because of Vica. “I’m going to go grab a bunch of beer and head to Mal’s.” He locked eyes with Dom. “You’ll make sure everyone is safe and keep them company until I’m back?”

Dom nodded. “Of course.”

Wyatt exhaled again. “Thanks.”

Hope flared in Vica when he met her gaze and she wished he’d at least come to her and kiss her goodbye, but all he did was smile, nod, sigh one more time, and leave.

Dom stood up and took their plates to the kitchen. “Don’t overthink it. He’s stressed. We all are.”

Her frown grew deeper. “Because of me.”

“No. Because someone attacked you on our property and we’re determined to see justice served. You deserve it. All of Track’s victims do. Even if there was nothing romantic between you and Wyatt, we’d all still be fighting to help you.” He put their dishes in the dishwasher, then turned to face her. “Seriously. Don’t overthink it.” Then it was his turn to frown. “I guess we need to figure out where we’re going to house Evie Sanchez.”

That made Vica perk up a little. Her brows rose and she shrugged at Dom.

But he was quick to shake his head. “No way. I know what happens when a woman moves in ‘temporarily’ on this property. Not happening.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

“I appreciate you being so agreeable and helping us out, Mal,” Wyatt said, holding out his hand to shake Mal’s as they stood on his front porch overlooking his long, gravel runway.

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