Page 62 of Warrant

“Yup. I’m in charge,” I told her with a grin.

She smiled back. “Jared say he in charge ‘cause he older.” She made a face at that.

“Who’s Jared?”

“My brother.” A look of sadness flitted over her expression.

“You miss him?”

“Yeah.”

Jeez, it looked like she was about to cry. Desperate to keep that from happening, I hopped up, and grabbed the bag. “Better get these back to the station. Want to help me hand them out?”

Her look brightened. “Yeah!”

Who said having kids was hard? My own inner voice scoffed at me. Deep down I knew there was a huge difference between playing the fun aunt and actually parenting kids. Didn’t mean the idea of having my own little girl wasn’t planted deep down somewhere inside me now. And why did she have the same shade of blue eyes as Warrant?

I was screwed.

That damn biker was worming his way into my life. My mind. My heart—stupid organ—and I didn’t know how to keep him out.

It didn’t take long to get back to the station. Owen snagged a sandwich, then cornered me before I could disappear into my office again. “What did you find out?” he asked, taking a large bite of his lunch.

“Nothing,” I muttered. “Which means either nothing is going on-”

“Or nothing was reported,” he finished, pointing at me.

“Exactly.”

I eyed the sandwich he was waving around. It was one I’d bought, but I still had to let him know what I thought of his original choice. “Really, Owen?”

“What?” he asked, eyes wide.

“You eat just plain cheese sandwiches?”

He shrugged. “Cooking’s not my thing.”

“Throwing mayo, meat, and maybe some lettuce between two bread slices isn’t cooking,” I pointed out with a smirk.

He shrugged again. “Most times Cindy makes me lunches, but Warrant’s whole crew is out on a cattle drive right now.”

I shook my head. “Heard they did that here, didn’t really believe it though.”

He laughed. “You grew up in Wyoming. You’ve never been on a cattle drive?”

“Not a thing where I grew up,” I told him. “Not every town in Wyoming is the same.”

“Hmmm, not weird towns anyway.”

“Mytown is the weird… You know what?” I shook my head. “Never mind.”

He grinned at me as he continued to eat his sandwich. “You want help with your search?”

“Sure,” I said, figuring both of us looking might turn up something. “Try looking in Texas for missing kids.”

He’d sat down at his computer, but now he was staring up at me again. “Texas?”

“Aella mentioned something about it while we were out,” I told him. “Worth a shot. I didn’t find anything in Cheyenne or Wyoming.”