Page 21 of Distress Signal

“Actually…” Lane started with a wince. “I need Crew too.”

Mama huffed, threw her hands up, and disappeared inside without another word.

Aria hugged us, then wagged her finger in Lane’s face. “Be gentle with the sister.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You can be a bit…” Aria trailed off, searching for the right word, which West supplied for her.

“Of an asshole.”

Lane growled at him. “I don’t need you three telling me how to do my job.”

Aria shrugged. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she quipped, then disappeared inside.

“You guys wanna ride with me?” Lane asked. West shook his head, answering for us both, and Lane nodded. “See you at the department.”

West and I both lived within walking distance of the ranch. In the more temperate months, I boarded Raider at my house so I could ride him to and from work, even though he had a stall here with his name on it. West had driven over since he usuallykept Rogue here, so we headed for his truck and took off toward town.

When we reached the department, Lane was already in an interview room with the victim’s sister, but Crew had arrived, the three other members of his fire department team in tow, so the six of us stood around, shooting the shit with a few of big brother’s deputies while we waited for him to come out.

Nothing could’ve prepared me for the moment he did.

I heard him before I saw him, murmuring gently to the woman as he led her down the hall toward the bullpen.

“We’ll find who did this to her,” Lane promised, then paused when he caught sight of us. “Hey, guys. This is?—”

Introductions weren’t necessary, as I realized the second I laid eyes on the blonde woman beside my brother.

It had been seven years, but I’d never forget that face.

I knew this womanbiblically, had that long, honey hair wrapped around my fist as I pounded into her from behind.

I knew what her pussy tasted like.

The sounds she made when she came.

How fucking good she looked riding me.

Our eyes met, and the whole fucking world faded away.

Something tugged insistently in my chest, like there was a hook behind my sternum, and she was at the other end of the chain.

This woman was a sexy blonde tornado that had blown through town seven years ago and turned my world upside down. There wasn’t anything I could’ve done to prepare. The only course of action had been to let myself be swept away.

And now…she was back.

For seven years, that face had haunted my dreams. Demanded I remember her and our singular night together.

As if I could ever forget.

“Reagan?” I choked out.

“Hey, Finn,” she said—and goddamnit, that single word, thebreathy utterance of my name, went straight to my cock.What the fuck? I was thirty-four, not fourteen. “I wondered if I’d see you.”

Get it the fuck together, Lawless.

“Holy shit, it is you.”