Hide Your Crazy (KPD Motorcycle Patrol 1)

“Just wondering,” she said. “You’ve not had a very good life, have you, Logan?”

I blinked, startled.

“Um, what?”

“Your dad died. Your wife slept with your best friend. You have a kid that everyone thinks is yours but isn’t. You’re paying child support on said kid. Luke’s secretary hates you.” She started ticking off the items.

My lips thinned.

“That’s not even the half of it,” Katy said. “What about the fact that both Logan and I were questioned about the murder of Jakobe, and Tasia being beaten to hell and back?”

A voice cleared beside us, and I looked to see a tanned man with a goatee and dark, slicked-back hair staring at Katy.

Not in an admiring way, but in a ‘good to see you’ way.

“Katy,” the man said. “Do you remember me?”

She blinked, then smiled huge.

“Bruno!” she clapped. “It’s nice to see you!”

Bruno, the UPS man, grinned down at her, showing off a row of perfectly white teeth.

“That’s me,” he said. “I just wanted to come say hi before I took my seat. You haven’t changed a single bit since high school.”

Katy scoffed. “I’ve grown up some.”

Bruno grinned, then turned to not Luke or Reese, but me.

“You’re her man?” he asked.

Before I could say a thing, Katy laughed. “Yes, he’s my man.”

I wasn’t too sure what that shot of euphoria was that surged through my veins at hearing Katy say in front of not only Bruno, but her parents, that I was her man, but I fuckin’ loved it.

I loved it even more that there were no comments from her parents.

At least not until Bruno said goodbye.

When he finally went to his seat, Luke looked first at me, and then at Katy.

“So, this is a solid thing now?” he asked. “You and him?”

Katy didn’t miss a beat.

“Yeah,” she said. “We’re a solid thing.”

I swallowed past a lump in my throat and would’ve said more, but Luke changed the subject.

“You’re sleepwalking still?” he asked.

Katy frowned. “I didn’t last night.”

No, she hadn’t.

Last night, despite being exactly where I wanted to be, I’d slept like shit. I’d only had about three hours of sleep on my end until the wee hours of the morning.

“I was going to suggest you coming to stay with me, but I think what you’re doing is working.” He paused. “I don’t want you to be alone…not at night, and not even during the day.”

“I’m not,” Katy promised. “Logan already informed me that I should have a person with me. Just in case.”

Luke shot his eyes to me.

“I agree with him.” He paused. “But the same obviously goes for you now. I’m not one to believe in coincidences. These things keep happening to y’all for a reason. Her yesterday, you today. Someone’s getting rid of y’all’s enemies, and we need to figure out who.”

My sentiments exactly.

“Well, what exactly am I supposed to do about that?” she asked. “The only people that know anything at all about our problems are you, Dad, his ex-wife, that little girl you’re holding and Bruno over there.”

I blinked as did Luke.

“Bruno?” Luke asked.

“Yeah, Bruno.” Katy nodded, gesturing at the man that’d come to introduce himself earlier. “I graduated with him. I just recently reconnected again with him when I called the UPS store to bitch about my package not getting picked up.”

“And he knows about your woes?” Luke drawled.

Katy grinned. “I think, unfortunately for him, that he was on the receiving end of me bitching. Twice. The first time it was because he asked if everything was okay when I called him. I apparently sounded out of it. The second time he called while I was in the interrogation room. I’d explained to him about Tasia and everything that she’d done lately to piss me off. The third time I think he was just checking on me to make sure that I wasn’t incarcerated and to inform me that my UPS driver would be new and the old one was let go.”

Luke shook his head.

“So, you gave him your entire life story?” Luke asked.

“Bruno and I used to know each other when we were in high school. He was weird and different like me. We bonded.” Katy shrugged. “But in case you’re wondering, he doesn’t have the guts to kill anyone, or beat anyone up.”

Luke rolled his eyes. “How about you let me look into that.”

She shrugged. “I can…”

A commotion at the door had us all turning in that direction.

That was when we saw Tasia’s father, and the little girl’s grandfather, come barreling in the door looking like he was pissed as hell and willing to let everyone in his path know about it.

“Logan!” Warren Hill, Tasia’s father, growled as he spotted me in the restaurant.

I quickly stood up and walked toward him, hoping to keep this in the foyer, or hopefully the parking lot, and not the dining area.