Page 7 of Every Which Way

Ramon said, “The offer is still open to rough the guy up.”

Kenna just scowled at him. How Bruce chose to solve his problem was his business, but she didn’t want Maizie involved.

Stairns shifted in his seat. “So this is it? The job in Denver is done. We have everything from their server, and we’re free to go home?” He sounded disappointed.

Ramon grinned. “Cases with Kenna never go as planned.” He rubbed his hands together. “I’m waiting for something to kick off.”

She shot him a look, then asked Stairns, “When does Elizabeth get home?” His wife had gone on a cruise with her best friend.

He pouted over his black coffee. “Monday.”

Ah. “Guess we should find something to do for the weekend.” Kenna smiled.

“I have an idea about that,” Maizie said.

Kenna’s phone pinged. She looked at the screen and found an email Maizie had just sent her. “A wedding show?”

“Denver’s biggest wedding show of the year,” Maizie said.

The three men at the table busted up laughing.

Kenna’s cheeks heated. “You’re all fired. Except Maizie.” She turned her sweetest smile to the teen. “Thanks.”

“I forwarded the email to Jax’s mom a couple of days ago. She said those things always give out loads of free samples.”

Kenna’s jaw dropped. “You…what?”

“She said it’s a great idea. She’ll be here tomorrow, and she’s going to bring Laney with her.”

Jax’s mom, Adrielle, was coming here? And she was bringing his sister too? “Laney has kids. She can’t just pick up and?—”

“Her husband is gonna take a few days off and stay with the kids so she can come.”

Kenna didn’t look at the rest of them. They had to be staring at her, though. Probably wanting to watch the show when she erupted into an epic freakout over the fact Jax’smotherwas coming here for awedding show.

What could she say?

Maizie had no remorse in her expression whatsoever. “You need to find a wedding dress. It’s a good way to get ideas and figure out what you like…or don’t like.”

Kenna lifted her mug and sat back in her chair, internally so off-kilter she felt as if she was going to fall off the chair. Outwardly, she projected an air of complete calm. Maybe a little bit of ice-cold rage because Ramon actually shifted in his seat.

“Great.” She managed to get the word out.

Mrs. Jaxton was already on her way here. What on earth could she do now to avoid this?

“Sounds great.” Kenna sipped her coffee, trying to decide whether to get out of it or not.

“Sweet.” Maizie went back to her typing.

Kenna stared at her coffee mug.

“Heads-up.” Stairns tapped two fingers on the table.

She set her mug down and glanced over her shoulder. Both Ramon and Bruce had stiffened, for different reasons, based on their history. Neither of them would ever be comfortable around law enforcement. Two uniformed police officers walked up to the counter, and all of them relaxed. Maizie pulled up her hood so that less of her face was visible.

“We need something from that network,” Kenna said. “I’m not trying to pressure you, Maze, but we really need a lead to chase.”

From the other end of the table, Bruce said, “I’ve got my own thing to work. I might not be available.”

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