Page 31 of But For You

“Where are we going?” Miguel asked from the front seat.

I passed Aaron the card, which he read to Miguel before the two of them started discussing rental places. Miguel didn’t like where my car was and suggested to Aaron that we move it to a place he knew. That was as much as I listened to since I was reading.

Apparently, Sam had been under surveillance when he was in Colombia, and those pictures, classified though they were, were not off-limits to the people who worked for Aaron Sutter.

Sam looked younger but mostly the same, and Kevin Dwyer looked even better, which was amazing. It was hard to see the way he smiled at Sam in the pictures, touched him, and how close they walked together. The thing that kept me from losing it though was the look in Sam’s eyes. The smile did not reach them. The instant I recognized that, realized that I was looking at a lack of caring, I was filled with very unbecoming pride. Clearly, whatever Kevin Dwyer thought had been between them was not the case. Sam Kage had never been in love with him, and I knew what I was talking about. I could say for certain what love looked like on the man.

“You look happy.”

I grunted at Aaron and then looked over Kevin’s relationship history since Sam. Surprisingly, there wasn’t one. It was as though he’d poofed out of existence before he popped back up in Chicago six months ago. “That’s weird, huh?”

“The way he just disappeared after Sam left Colombia?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought that was strange, too, but I have good people and asked them to dig.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, and if we find anything, I’ll let you know.”

“Okay.” I exhaled.

“All better now?”

I nodded and passed the iPad back to him. “Thank you. It’s cheating, what I just did, but thanks anyway.”

“There should be benefits to being friends with me, yes?”

I nodded and leaned into him, bumping his shoulder. “You’re the best.”

“I keep telling you that.”

I laughed at him as we came to a stop. “Yeah, right. You don’t want me anymore, Sutter. I have baggage now—little people and a cat.”

“I like both of your children, and I suspect if I got Kola a race car and Hannah a pony, they would love me too. Your cat just needs to be shot up with tranquilizers to mellow him out.”

“You want to medicate my cat?”

“I suspect anyone who’s been in your home would want to.”

I smiled as I got out, Miguel holding the door for me. Aaron followed.

“He’s very cute, as well as a trifle psychotic. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yeah, all right.”

“Excellent,” he said smugly, buttoning his suit jacket before pulling on his topcoat and scarf. “Shall we?”

I realized I had no idea where we were. It looked like a car dealership, not a rental place. “What’s going on?”

“We’re getting you a new van.”

“But I like mine. I just need a rental.”

“You like your Nissan thing?”

“Yes, I love it.”