Page 55 of Keg's Revelation

“Baby, he looks like he belongs to someone because he’s been tied up.”

“Well, they didn’t take good care of him. I would.”

I looked up at Reed, and his brows lifted. “She’s got a point.”

“I know, but you can’t just take someone’s pet, even a mistreated one. You have to go through the channels unless you can get the owner to surrender them.”

Reed looked down at Reagan as she whispered to the injured dog, then his eyes went to the dog. “If there is an owner, I’m going to have a little talk with them.”

From the look on Reed’s face, I wondered if there’d be any talking involved.

Chapter Fifteen

Keg

Ihelped Raven andher grandfather load the dog in Doc’s truck. The kids were staying with her grandmother, to the protest of Reagan, who wanted to go with them. Halo, the name she’d tagged the dog with, needed her. When I asked why that name, she pointedly told me because he was an angel and angels have halos. Kid logic was definitely going to take work on my part.

Reagan was set on keeping the dog, and I was set on seeing that she did. It might be years away, but I had no doubt Reagan would follow in her mother’s, her dad’s, and her great-grandfather’s shoes. Just like I knew, Ry would one day be a part of Haven. Sometimes you just need to trust your gut.

After Raven and Doc pulled out, I mounted my bike and called my dad and told him I’d be there as soon as I stopped at the place next door and checked it out.

I turned into the driveway and made my way up to the house. Like Raven’s grandfather’s place, it sat a nice bit from the main road. The difference was the house was ranch style and old. I didn’t have to stand in front of the place to know it needed a shit ton of work.

I stopped my bike in front and got off, going to the front door. It had a padlock on it, and several different notices slapped on the door. I didn’t bother to read them. Instead, I stepped off the porch and went to my bike and retrieved my gun out of the saddlebag. Something felt off so better safe than sorry. I started walking around the house, the backyard was open with a few trees scattered, and the property that surrounded it seemed okay with nothing out of place. I saw an outbuilding in the distance, the type used to store farm equipment. If it belonged to the house, I pegged the property to be close to fifteen acres. If the great-grandson weren’t found, the state would end up with it and sell it off for taxes owed. Prime land for some big real estate company to sweep up and build a new housing development.

Movement had me squinting, and I shifted behind a tree. Then I cursed under my breath and pulled out my cell phone.

“What the hell is taking you so long? We’re waiting on you,” my dad bellowed in my ear. He’d be yelling louder once I told him what I’d seen.

“I’m leaning on a tree in the backyard of the property next to Doc’s place.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Get your ass to the clubhouse.”

“We might want to hold Church here.”

“Damn it, has your ass been drinking?”

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