Rachel scowled at him. “I wasn’t going to bring her into it, jerk.”
Cecilia’s brow puckered. “I haven’t heard anything. Dad doesn’t want you teaching? Kind of late to have concerns about that, isn’t it? Doesn’t your session start the first of the month? And why didn’t you want to bring me into it?”
Rachel sighed heavily. “Yes, it does, and yes, it’s late.” She looked pointedly in Tucker’s direction, but when she spoke it was to Cecilia. “I wasn’t going to bring you into it, because obviously it’s not about you. I don’t think it’s about the rez, either. I think it’s about the Wyatts.”
“Look, Rach, I know the Wyatts are an easy target, no offense, Tuck. But if something bad was going on over here, Brady would have told me.”
Because Cecilia and Brady now shared a room at his grandmother’s house, a simple fact Tucker wasn’t used to. Four of his brothers all paired off. And with the Knight girls of all people. It was sudden and weird.
But he just had to keep that to himself. Especially when Brady and Cecilia lived here now. “Well, I’ll let you ladies figure this out. I’ve got a meeting to get to,” Tucker said, quickly slipping past Rachel even as she began to protest.
Whatever was going on with Duke and Rachel was not his business, and he had to meet with his boss at North Star to nip this whole mission in the bud. It wasn’t for him. He was a detective, and a damn good one, but he would never become adept at lying to his family.
He got in his truck, and drove to the agreed upon location. A small diner in Rapid City. Tucker had never met Granger McMillan, the head of the North Star Group. He’d been approached by field operatives and dealt with them solely.
Until now.
Tucker scanned the diner. Granger had said he’d know who he was, and Tucker had thought that was a little over-the-top cloak-and-dagger, but the large man in a cowboy hat and dark angry eyes sitting in the corner was quite familiar.
The man he was sitting across from turned in his seat, looked right at Tucker and gestured him over.
Tucker moved forward feeling a bit like he’d taken a blow to the head. Why was Duke here? What was this?
“You two know each other,” the man, who could only be Granger McMillan, said. Not a question. A statement. “Have a seat, Wyatt. We have a lot to discuss.”
Copyright © 2020 by Nicole Helm
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