Page 87 of Smitten with the Single Dad

“You’re right,” he said, making sure his tone was gentler. He reached for her hand, rubbing his thumb back and forth over the top. “What time do you think you’ll be home tonight?”

“Burke figures I can leave about five or six. Why?”

“I still want to take you and show you Bonn Remmen’s land. Let’s do that tonight when the kids are in bed. I’m going to go home and make a nice dinner for the four of us, then we’ll go for a walk later.”

Her eyes sparkled, but then turned concerned. “Don’t overdo it. You are still recovering.”

Cupping her jaw, he stroked his thumb over her cheek. “Let me worry about that. The more I move, the better I feel. I get stiff if I sit for too long. I, too, want to feel useful.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll see you back at the house.”

Nodding, she smiled, and damn if that smile didn’t nearly knock the wind clear from his lungs.

Cash and Burke emerged from the office and Wyatt turned a little, which pulled funny at his neck. He needed to remember to move his whole body, not just his neck. “Hold up, Cash. I’ll walk you out.”

Between Wyatt and Burke, they unloaded the crabs they paid for. Then Cash carried the bin with the remaining crabs back out to his truck.

“I really am sorry, Wyatt. It was stupid.”

“Yeah, it was.”

“It won’t happen again. And I really appreciate you not saying anything to my dad.”

Wyatt nodded. “We all make mistakes in our youth. What matters is that we learn from them.” A thought hit him in the brain like a baseball to the temple. “Hey, just out of curiosity, you might know this better than most since you’re a delinquent youth of the island …”

Cash snorted. “Thanks?”

Wyatt chuckled. “If someone were to store a vehicle here to keep it hidden, where would they do that?”

Cash’s brows narrowed. “Hidden how and why?”

“Like they didn’t want the vehicle found because it was involved in an accident or something.”

“There are few larger warehouses, garages, and barns around that might be a good place to store a car.”

“Do you think you could put together a list of addresses and people who have these on their property and send me the list?”

Cash shrugged. “Sure. Anything for you, Wyatt.”

Wyatt grinned and clapped Cash on the shoulder. “Thanks, buddy. The sooner the better.”

“I’ll have it to you by tonight. Once I’m done with my deliveries, I’ll get on it. Dash can help too. Since, you know, we’re both delinquent island youth.”

“Delinquent island youth with promise,” Wyatt corrected, heading back up the hill.

He wasn’t quite sure where this train of thought was taking him, but he knew it was somewhere that could hopefully help Vica. The vehicle that ran her off the road had to be the same one that collided with them the other night. And it was still somewhere on the island.

He just needed to figure out where. And once he did that, they could find the motherfucker that ran a vehicle with his kids off the road, and then opened fire.

He’d need to take a brother with him though. Otherwise, there was no telling where Wyatt’s temper might take him.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

“So, how was your day?” Bennett asked Vica as she crouched down in the back of his truck and he rumbled over the gravel to the security gate. “I heard you bit off Cash Reilly’s head and then nearly lost your mind when a customer tried to change an order.”

Vica snickered. “I decapitated no one. I just let him know he was trying to rob us on the highway.”

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