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"My numbers in the phone. Use it if you need anything."

"What about my sister? Can I have her number?" she asked.

He shook his head. "It's safer this way."

They agreed that letting the girls call back and forth would only cause more problems. The phones were for their own safety.

He started his Harley and rode away.

Circling the block, he parked across from the store with a clear view of Kenna. After a few minutes, she slid her back down the wall and sat on the concrete, pulling out the phone he'd given her and staring at the screen.

He swallowed hard, knowing her life sucked right now and there was nothing he could do to change that.

Chapter Twenty Three

Kenna

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"I have nothing to wear." She stood in front of the closet. "Everything I own came from a thrift store in Billings when I got a job at a bar."

"You can borrow any of my clothes." River sat on the bed, going through a pile of shirts. "Not that I have anything spectacular."

"I'm not looking for spectacular." She removed a pair of jeans off a hanger and put them right back up. "I'm looking for something without holes."

"We could order a new outfit to wear to the prison," said River.

She grabbed her phone off the dresser and turned away from her meager belongings. "We might as well. What kind of clothes do you want to wear?"

River shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe a dress."

Zane knocked on the opened door. River stretched her arm out, motioning for him to come in.

"I thought you were staying up at the clubhouse." River kissed him.

Kingsley walked into the room behind his brother. Kenna frowned. The men never came home at the same time or walked into her bedroom together.

Her stomach rolled. Panic set in. Maybe the prison called and informed Zane that the visit with her dad was canceled.

Kingsley met her gaze. She shook her head, trying to read his expression, but couldn't tell what was happening. She pressedher hand to her chest, rubbing her collarbone. He must have bad news. That would be the only explanation of why he'd bring his brother with him.

"We're going through our clothes." River threw her arms around Zane's waist. "We've decided to order something to wear off Amazon for our upcoming prison visit." She looked up into his face. "I don't have a dress, and since I haven't seen my dad in—"

"No dress." Zane cleared his throat. "You'll get pulled for a more intense inspection before you can even go inside because they can't tell what you have underneath the material."

River frowned. "Then what do we wear?"

"A pair of jeans and a plain T-shirt."

Kingsley palmed the back of her neck and whispered, "What's wrong?"

She shook her head. The closer they got to the day they could visit her dad, the more afraid she got that something would happen to stop her from seeing him—and then they'd kill him, and she'd never have a chance to see him again. Her nightmares were starting to invade her waking hours.

"Well, I guess there's no need to buy anything." River looked at Kenna. "Do you have any pants without rips?"

She nodded. There were a couple that were a little big on her that she rarely wore.

"Do you want to get something to eat at the bar?" asked Kingsley.

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