Page 33 of Kade

Logan took another swig, and the liquid swished in the bottle. “Nate and Channing are out there.”

I went over to the chair beside him, taking the bourbon and drinking too. “Matteo?”

Logan grinned, darkly, snatching the bottle again. “I’m pretty sure he took someone to the pool house. Doubt we’ll see him until tomorrow.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Who?”

He shrugged. “Don’t know. Just saw the back of her hair.” He changed the subject. “What’d Sam say about last night? Maddy’s avoiding everyone today.”

“Yeah.” I sighed, reaching for the bourbon. “We’ll deal with that tomorrow, but I told Sam about it this morning. She wasn’t happy, and she was pissed that Maddy didn’t listen to Max. I’m fairly certain she’s going to rope Heather in with a plan for how to destroy that kid’s life—the one who disrespected Maddy. If they don’t, we will.”

“I’ll drink to that.” He held his hand out for the bottle.

I handed it over. “You already are.”

“Yeah.”

“Your base is still in Boston. What are you going to do?”

He raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“I’m going into the office tomorrow, to start looking at the accounts.”

He shook his head, his mouth tipping up.

“What?”

“Just use the kid. He’ll get you into everything. He’s a computer-hacking genius.”

I scowled. “He’s not a kid anymore. And no.” He was talking about my stalker.

He laughed. “You were his idol growing up. He’s one of my clients. I’ve gotten to know him. He’s not that bad.” He winced, adding, “Anymore.”

Zeke Allen. From the little I knew about him, he’d started out as a douchebag and a bully. That had changed to being just a douchebag, and somehow he’d ended up as what? A good guy? I didn’t buy it. I’d been told he kept pictures of me in his locker inhigh school. I’d dealt with stalkers. Women and men. They were dangerous. It was bad enough that he had access to my family. I would not bring him into this business with my dad.

I wanted nothing to do with the guy.

“I’m just saying. He’s a resource we could use. He’d help you out in a heartbeat.”

“No.”

He sighed, finishing the bourbon. “Fine. Did Moreaux corner you yet?”

He was one of the board members, the pushiest one of them. “At the churchandwhen we were leaving the cemetery. He tried again in the kitchen too.”

“Fuck that guy. We’re burying our dad today.”

I agreed with him, but I also knew narcissistic assholes tended to only think about themselves. I hadn’t been expecting hugs and cookies from the guy. “I’ll start going through everything.” It was worth repeating.

Logan frowned at me. “On a Sunday?”

I nodded, eyeing the empty bottle.

Logan laughed and pulled out his phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Texting Nate to bring us another bottle.”

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