Page 119 of Risky Obsession

“Speaking of bastards, it would be great to know what the Nazis were doing in Cuxhaven. It might help us work out where the gold went when it reached here.”

“I’m onto it,” Archer said.

“Thanks, buddy. We’ll give you a call when we reach Cuxhaven. Where are you, anyway?”

Archer moaned. “Rosalina needed a break, and she demanded that I take her somewhere that doesn’t involve treasure hunting.”

I chuckled. “Is there such a place?”

“Not in this part of the world, but she chose the Isles of Scilly. You know where that is?”

“Nope.” I looked at Tory and she shrugged.

Rain began drumming the windscreen, and I turned on the wipers.

“They’re a small archipelago of islands located off the southwestern tip of Cornwall, England. There’s only so much family time we can have on a sandy beach though.”

I laughed. “How are Rosalina and Luca?”

“They’re great. Luca is growing so fast. So, listen, I could come and give you a hand.”

I chuckled. “Thanks. You’re already a great help.”

“You’re gonna make me beg, aren’t you?”

“Go spend time with your family. I’ll call you in a few hours.”

“You’re mean, but okay. Don’t get dead.” He ended the call.

“I told you he was the man to call.”

“Sounds like it.” She nodded but stifled a yawn.

“You should try to get some rest,” I said.

“I’m okay. Besides, it’s my turn to drive.”

“I’m fine. You get some shuteye, and you can take over from me after that.”

“You sure?” Her brows pulled together in the cutest expression.

“Absolutely.”

“Okay. Wake me in an hour, and I’ll take over.”

“Deal.”

“I mean it, Kane.”

“I know you do.”

She squinted at me, then curled onto her side facing the window.

As rain battered against the windshield, and nature unleashed its fury on us, I tried to focus on the road ahead and not her sexy butt.

But my mind was a pendulum that crashed between the bullets we’d dodged behind us, and what hell was going to be unleashed on us next.

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