Page 13 of Tuck & Roll

“Sorry I haven’t been in touch. I’ve been working nonstop for two days. I finally reached a brick wall and had to get some sleep before I could continue. I just woke up and was taking my shower when Tuck started beating down my door. I had a program running and haven’t had a chance to look at it yet.” Her stomach took that moment to growl loud enough to be heard across the room.

Tuck scowled and uncrossed his arms. “When was the last time you ate anything?” Kylie had a tendency to get sucked so deep into her work that she might not eat for over a full day. She’d been a computer nerd since junior high and her mom or sister were always having to shove a plate of food in front of her face to get her to eat.

She seemed to ponder the question for a bit, before shrugging her shoulder. “I don’t know. Maybe yesterday?”

“Damn it, Kylie Jo. You can’t keep forgetting to eat,” Tuck chastised.

“I probably had a Snickers last night.”

“You have to eat real food sometimes, too, you know.”

“What is your problem? Maybe you need a candy bar, grumpy ass.” Kylie crossed her arms over her chest, clearly getting pissed.

“Okay, before this spirals into a preteen argument, can you see what your computer has been up to?” Race suggested.

“Yes. Come into the kitchen where I have my laptop set up.” She turned to lead the way.

Once they were all in the kitchen, Race and Jed took a seat at the table. Tuck did a quick scan around the kitchen and saw that she’d been living on Mountain Dew, chips and candy. Sighing in disgust, he opened her refrigerator. He found eggs, cheese, a green pepper and some mushrooms. So she did eat healthy on occasion. Shocker. He pulled the items from her refrigerator and placed them on the counter. He spotted a clean skillet on the stove. Now where would he find a bowl? “Where’s your mixing bowls?”

“In the cabinet to the left of the sink,” she absently replied, already sucked into her computer. The woman truly needed a full-time caretaker when she got like this.

He made quick work of making Kylie an omelet, fully aware of the strange looks his brothers were shooting his way. He found a plate in the cabinet, plated the food and brought it to the table. He waved the food under her nose, catching her attention.

“Yum.” She smiled huge and accepted the plate and fork he offered. “Thanks.” She took a bite and hummed her approval. Her eyes closed and her head tipped back, still moaning her appreciation. If she didn’t stop making those sexy noises, he was going to be throwing wood really soon. He frowned at the way Jed’s eyes zeroed in on Kylie’s mouth. Fucker was more than likely picturing her pretty lips wrapped around his dick while she made those same noises. No fucking way. Checking to see Race’s reaction, he saw the man was hiding a smile behind his hand and he pretended to not notice how pissed Jed was making Tuck. Stupid assholes.

“You know what would make this perfect?” Kylie asked him.

Tuck reached behind him and grabbed a bottle of Frank’s hot sauce and handed it to her. Like the commercial said, she liked that shit on everything.

“Thank you!” She sprinkled some hot sauce on her omelet and dug in.

He grunted in response then went to the fridge again and grabbed the orange juice. He poured her a tall glass full and handed it to her.

The sweet smile she gave him in return was worth the shit his brothers were going to give him later. By the shit-eating grin on Jed’s face, it would be sooner rather than later.

They allowed her to finish her food before any of them said another word. Tuck was grateful, considering if they interrupted her before she finished the food, she’d never go back to it and he seriously doubted she’d eaten anything substantial in God knew how long.

“Okay, now if you’re done playing the part of her mother, maybe she can you tell us what she’s found out so far?” Race prompted at the same time taking his first dig at Tuck.

His squinty-eyed are you serious right now? look didn’t faze the Sons of Redemption president in the least. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying fucking with him. Yep, he was going to catch it later.

“Sure.” Kylie pushed her dirty dishes to the side, wiped her hands on her jeans and started tapping away at her computer. “Here we go. Officer Bryson Miner. He’s been employed two years, fresh out of the academy. He’s originally from Tuscon, but moved here when he was hired by Redemption Police Department. His bank accounts are what you would expect for his salary. He’s married, five years, no kids.”

“Nothing unusual?” Race rubbed his jaw.

“Hang on. That’s just the basic info. I dug a little deeper at his bank account.”

“I thought you said it was what you would expect given his salary,” Tuck said.

“I did. But when I looked closer to see what he spent his money on, I found that he gets a room at the Red Oak Inn every Wednesday. He meets a married woman by the name of AnneMarie Wyndham.” She was focused on her laptop and missed the puzzled expressions Race and Jed exchanged. Tuck wasn’t surprised. The woman was a savant when it came to finding shit online.

“You found all that online in two days?” Jed’s eyes were round.

“How do you know about this woman? How’d you get her name and that she was married?” Race leaned back in his seat, his arms crossing over his chest.

“I hacked into the Red Oak Inn’s cameras. Found Officer Miner entering into room 114. Ten minutes later a woman pulled up in a Lincoln Town car and got out. She knocked on 114 and he was on her before the door closed. I ran the plate of the car. It’s registered to Lonnie and AnneMarie Wyndham. I ran the name and address that came up through the DMV and found a match with her driver’s license to confirm her identity.” She looked up from her laptop when no one spoke. “Is that all you need on Officer Miner or do you want more?”

Race gave Kylie an assessing look as he rubbed his thumb along his bottom lip. “No, sweetness. I think that’s it for now. You did a good job.”

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