“Duke –” I started.
“Would’ve preferred Mace share this with you in his own time but that time’s a-wastin’ and bul ets are flyin’. It took the girls awhile to talk me into this shit last night but they did.”
“Real y, Duke –” I protested.
“Quiet, girl, and listen,” Duke halted my protest then he asked, “How much you know about Mace, his daddy and his sister?”
Oh.
That was it.
“Everything,” I semi-lied. I would know everything, eventual y.
Duke’s brows went up. “Everything?”
I nodded.
“You know Mace’s sister was kidnapped?” Jet asked softly.
I nodded, this time to Jet.
“You know her Dad hired some commandos to try to rescue her and it went bad?” Jet went on.
Uh-oh.
I didn’t know that.
That didn’t sound too good.
My heart started beating a mile a minute and I tried to cover.
Nodding again, I lied, “I know everything.” Then as proof I offered, “I know she was murdered and Mace holds himself responsible.”
“So why’re you and Mace estranged, sugar? I can’t believe you know what happened and you’d let that man go on alone,” Daisy asked.
Erm.
I didn’t have a response to that so I said, “It’s complicated.”
“Just knowing about her hand would make it so I never left his side,” Al y muttered, my mile-a-minute beating heart skipped to a halt and I stared at her.
She looked a little bit angry and that anger was directed at me.
I didn’t have time for Al y’s anger.
“Her hand?” I breathed, finding I was fighting for air.
They al looked at each other.
“You don’t know everything,” Tex’s boom was low and he was looking pale.
“What about Caitlin’s hand?” I went on.
“Stel a –” Duke started.
I twisted to Duke and grabbed his forearm, my voice sounding strained and desperate (exactly how I felt) when I said, “Tel me about her effing hand.”
Duke’s eyes lifted to Tex, my fingers squeezed his arm; he looked back to me and sighed.