Marjorie
I rolled my eyes, crumpled up Bryce’s note, and tossed it in the kitchen trash. He could have texted me. Of course, had he texted, I’d have gotten it right away and run out to stop him.
Cute move, Bryce. But you and I are still going to talk.
I made my way to the main house. Jade was ready and waiting to go see Melanie.
“I can’t believe I haven’t seen that baby yet,” she said. “I’m the last one.”
“You’ve got two boys at home to take care of,” I said. “She understands.”
“Talon’s got them today,” Jade said. “He’s taking them on an overnight in Denver. They’re going to the zoo.”
“You mean he actually left you alone?”
“I had to demand it,” she said. “By the way, I promised him you’d be here with me at night. Sorry to cramp your style. You don’t have to stay. I’ll be fine. Or Bryce can stay here with you. Talon will never be the wiser.”
“Works for me,” I said. “I’m happy to look after you.”
We drove out of the long driveway and onto the road that would lead us off Steel property.
A truck drove toward us and then whizzed by.
And recognition stabbed into me.
“That was Joe’s truck,” I said. “And Bryce was in the passenger seat.”
“Hmm. I wonder where they’re going?” Jade said.
“I have no idea. Bryce said he was going to talk to Joe this morning. I’m almost sure Mel said Joe was going to the hospital this morning, but they’re headed the wrong direction.”
“Something must have come up.”
“Yeah. Something Bryce hasn’t bothered to tell me about.” I tossed Jade my phone. “Send a text for me, will you?”
“I can’t get on. I need your thumbprint.”
I took one hand off the wheel to access my phone for her.
“What do you want me to say?”
“How about ‘where the hell are you going?’”
“Marj…”
I huffed. “Fine. Start with, ‘Jade and I are heading into the city to…’ Shit, I already told him what I was doing this morning.”
“He knows we know they’re going somewhere. Surely he recognized your car, with you driving.”
“Was he looking at me?”
“If he wasn’t, Joe was. Joe was driving, right?”
“Joe wouldn’t forgo seeing his wife and son for just anything,” I said. “I want to know what’s going on.”
“Okay. How about, ‘What’s going on?’”
“Good enough. Send it and tell me what he says.”