“Yeah.”
I looked over at Mira. She was watching me now, reading my face the way she always did.
“What else?”
“He’s not done, Ridge. Looked like a man who finally found a lead.”
“Keep eyes open.”
“Already doing it.”
“If he circles back through town, I know first.”
“You got it.”
I ended the call and slipped the phone back into my pocket before Mira could ask anything.
She tilted her head.
“What was that look for?”
“What look?”
“The one you get when something annoys you.”
“Club business.”
That wasn’t a lie. It just wasn’t the whole truth.
She studied me another second, then let it go.
“You’re terrible at pretending nothing’s wrong.”
“I didn’t pretend.”
“You definitely did.”
I sat back down beside her.
“Still club business.”
She leaned against the couch and sighed.
“That
