Page 69 of Warrant

Grinning at him, I said, “I like you. I’ll remember you’re around from now on.”

Axel cursed and walked out the door.

“What?” Ainsley asked, confused.

“Eh, everyone forgets about Axel,” I told her. When her brow furrowed even more, I shook my head. “Never mind. Inside joke. Thanks, Ains. We’ll be back soon.”

She leaned against the doorframe as I walked outside. She waited until I was halfway across the small front yard. “Warrant!”

I looked back at her. There was worry written all over her face. “I’ll be fine, Baby Girl.”

“Be careful,” she said with a sigh.

“I like that you’re worried about me.”

“I’m worried about the paperwork I’ll have to do if you get yourself killed,” she countered, but it was obvious the woman was head over heels for me. She just didn’t realize it yet. Or was too stubborn to admit it.

Winking at her, I turned and got on my bike. The crew that took our kids—because they belonged to all of us now—were going to die regretting every choice they’d made that brought them here. I’d make sure of it. Then I’d come home to my woman and spend the next week in bed with her, making everything up to her.

I was aboutto take off from Ainsley’s when I saw Owen pull up in his squad car. “Hey, go and meet the others,” I called out to Riggs. “I’ll be right behind you.”

He nodded and the three took off down the road.

Turning off my bike, I got off and walked over to the car. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he said. “You’ve been MIA.”

“Sorry. Working on something.”

He nodded. “Figured that out.”

“What are you doing here?” I asked, looking between him and the house.

“You being busy but local, I can put two and two together. Met the kid,” he said with a shrug. “Thought maybe having some of us deputies hanging here could be helpful. Make sure everyone is safe.”

“That’s really helpful,” I told him. “I should’ve thought to ask.”

“You don’t need to ask. You’d do the same for me.”

“I would,” I agreed. “Keep your head on a swivel. What we’re doing is potentially dangerous.”

He nodded. “Always is with you guys.”

“Oh,” I said, pausing before walking away. “Do me a favor.”

“What’s that?”

“Switch phones with me.”

He blinked at me as he dug his cell out of the cargo pocket on the side of his pants. “Why are we switching phones?” He dropped it into my hand and took mine when offered.

“My sheriff there is a smart lady,” I said, jerking my head toward Ainsley’s house. “She’s going to eventually think of tracking my phone. I need to not be tracked for the next couple of hours, maybe days.”

Owen snorted out a laugh. “Yeah, fine, just don’t break it.”

“Why does everyone think I break shit?”

“Because you do,” he replied, arching a brow.