Page 78 of Another Man’s Treasure

Jace raises a hand. “Me! I am!”

Oz looks at me, waggling both dark brows.

“Us too,” I say with a sigh. “Count us in.”

Oz

Wild and I pour over Sipan’s journals with Jace and Willa for another few hours, but eventually even I have to admit defeat. It’s like he references this vague key to the city now and again, but there’s nothing obvious. Is it even a literal key?! I’m starting to think Bluebell was right, and Sipan was just a big longhorn asshole with a penchant for sending nice folks on wild goose chases.

Which I guess is kinda like PG herself, if I’m honest. I think of the dozen or more Keepers she’s literally tossed out on their asses over the years. She’s been prickly and unwelcoming to most of them, and nobody ever knew quite why.

An idea hits me, and I look at Willa, who’s scowling at a journal like she’s daring it to reveal its secrets to her.

Do what I would do. That’s what the hologram said before he disappeared.

“What if we ask PG for help? I don’t know if she can, or how that ties into what Sipan was doing…but he mentioned their partnership several times in his answer, so maybe that’s what’s required to get to the key now.”

Willa’s mouth drops open. “My gods, Oz, that makes perfect sense. I⁠—”

Brrrrring!

Wild’s comm watch blares, halting her. He glances down, frowning at seeing Emmer Sandoval’s name hovering over the blue band. He directs it to answer.

“Mister Lane, how are you?” Emmer’s voice is as deep as ever.

“Great,” Wild says in a fake bright tone. “How can I help you, Emmer?”

“Well, Father and I decided we wanted to come in person to do the final documentation, especially given your experiences with the sales rep. There are only a few things left to do, so we hoped you’d join us tonight for dinner. I know it’s last-minute, but would you, your mate, and your sister be able to join us?”

Willa nods, gesturing for Wild to say yes.

He looks at me, but I nod with a bright smile. This deal is important to him, which means it’s important to me, and if I can be part of making this happen for him, I have to do it.

“We’d love to,” he says. “What time and where?”

Wild and Emmer finalize arrangements for dinner, and then he hangs up.

Looking at my watch, I realize we’ve only got an hour to get ready and get to the saloon. I shoot Wild a look. “I need a little bit. You want to stay and do more of this or head home with me?”

Wild nods. “With you. Let’s go.”

Willa bats her lashes at us. “Aren’t you two cute? I’m gonna stay here with Jace, if he’s down to, but I’ll be there right on time.”

We say our goodbyes and head out of the Keeper’s mansion, deciding it’s okay to leave Wild’s truck on the ranch until we have time to get it and drive back to town. Outside the mansion’s gates, we realize Wild doesn’t have clothing or anything at my apartment.

“I’ll head home, shower and change, and meet you at the saloon, okay?”

“I hate that,” I whisper, stepping closer to him.

He pulls my arm up around his neck. “So, once we finish the paperwork, would you do me the favor of moving out there with me?”

I waggle my brows. “Ooh la la, cowboy. You’re propositioning me this early?”

“Say yes,” he encourages, stroking his fingers along my left horn.

“Yes,” I whisper, cocking my head to one side to show him my neck.

“Nice spot right here for a bite,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue up my skin to circle my earlobe. “Or here.”