Page 11 of Every Which Way

Kenna frowned. “Okay, fine.”

“I guess you’re raising me the way you’ve been raised. To not need a fuss made about me and to not want to be the center of attention.”

“That’s not a bad thing. It’s good to live a quiet life you’re happy with. No flashing lights. No notoriety. Seems like everyone wants to be famous, like having people notice you is the most important thing in the world. What if I don’t want anyone to notice me?”

Maizie said, “It’s easier to stay under the radar if no one notices me.”

“Plenty of jobs prefer the employee to have no social media accounts. They’re a breach of security.”

“So I should go for one of those?”

“You can do whatever you want.”

Maizie said, “You know that’s not really true. I mean, you can’t do everything. I can’t either. I’ll never be an MMA fighter or an Olympic track star. I’ll never be a nurse because it’s too gross, and I don’t think I could be a therapist.”

“We should work out.”

“You know what I mean.”

Kenna said, “But if you want to get stronger, we can have Jax make us a workout plan and get a gym going at Stairns’ place. When I’m on the road, we can touch base, keep each other accountable. And in the meantime, you can choose whatever field you want to work in.”

“How about yours?”

Kenna would’ve objected even just a few months ago. “You’re already doing that. But you don’t have to do it forever if you decide to switch fields or move on. Maybe I’ll make it a requirement of your job that you have to get a college degree.”

“I’ve been thinking about it. I can do an online school, right? I’ll be able to work around cases.”

“Sounds like you’re on the right track.”

“Which is why you should listen to me.” Maizie stopped, turning to face Kenna.

So suspicious.

“I found a church.”

Kenna started to object.

“Hear me out.”

This could get awkward. Especially since Adrielle and Laney had also stopped and were close enough to hear.

“It’s in Colorado, in this tiny town. A small white country church. The old kind with the spire, and it’s been there for two hundred years.”

Maizie paused long enough for Kenna to say, “Go on.”

“The pastor is Elizabeth’s uncle, and she said he’s quiet and kind. Andsuuuuperold.”

Kenna smiled.

“The church only holds about fifty people. So, it’s not like a whole lot of Jax’s friends and family will come, and we can tell everyone to sit wherever. That way, you don’t have his side of the church packed and you’ve only got me and Stairns and Ramon and like five other people.”

“Elizabeth’s uncle?” First Kenna was hearing about this.

Maizie nodded.

“What else have you figured out?” Kenna narrowed her eyes. “You know I don’t like surprises.”

“Searching for the church has been keeping me from flipping out about heavy white dresses.”

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