I glance away.
Finn notices. “You were with Miss Jamieson.”
I flip him off.
A wrinkle forms between Dutch’s eyes. “I thought she was still dodging you. How did you get her to go?”
“I asked.”
“Please and thank you?”
“Something along those lines.”
“Huh.” Finn looks intrigued.
“Are we practicing or gossiping here?” I point a stick at Dutch. “Don’t you have to hurry back to your wife?”
“Cadey’s spending the night at Breeze’s.”
“She’s been kidnapped,” Finn says dryly.
“Breeze is the best friend who hates you, right?” I smirk at Dutch. “How did she react when she heard you and Cadey got married?”
Dutch glares into the distance.
By that expression, I’m guessing Breeze didn’t take it well. The blond is loud and feisty where Cadence is quiet and stubborn. I bet she raked both Dutch and Cadey through the coals.
“We’re talking about you, not me,” Dutch growls. “Don’t change the subject. This thing with Miss Jamieson is important.”
“He’s right,” Finn says. “You’re on Jinx’s radar now.”
I roll my eyes. “I’ll pay her off.”
“And if that doesn’t work?” Finn asks.
“If she had solid evidence, she would have posted more details.”
“It’s enough that she’s hinting at it,” Finn says. “People are going to talk. It might end up badly for her.”
“I’m more concerned about dad using this as ammunition,” Dutch adds. He grips the neck of the guitar and gestures toward me. “Now that I’m so close to qualifying for the inheritance, there’s no telling what he’ll do.”
A silent chill fills the air.
I’m still convinced dad had something to do with Cadence’s mother being dead. After my stint in the coffin, the thought of murder is ten times more unsettling.
“Honestly…” Dutch hesitates.
“What?”
“I’m concerned about whether this city is safe for Cadence and Vi.”
I go deadly sober.
Finn whips his bass over his head and grips it in a tight fist.
“Are you saying… that you’ll move?” I croak.
My twin rubs his chin. “I’m just thinking.”