Page 68 of Nanny for the Single Dad Cowboy
“Which means he knows someone’s onto him,” I mutter. “He’s running.”
Sienna sighs. “We’re close. I’m still narrowing it down, but I might need some extra hands. Tessa, you and your man know anyone we can trust to help out?”
“You’re all I got, Si.” Then she turns to face me. “Babe?”
“I know just the guy,” I say, reaching for my phone.
“Who?”
“My brother,” I say simply. “Ryder.”
“Wait, there is another Morgan?” Tessa gapes, shocked.
“Yes, he lives off the grid, prefers it that way,” I explain as I scroll through my contacts until I hit a name I haven’t touched in over a year. Ry.
The Morgan who said fuck it all and retreated to his own corner of the world.
I hit call, and it rings twice before a gravelly voice answers, low and unreadable. “Now ain’t this a surprise. Hello, big brother.”
“Ryder,” I say, glancing out at Tessa, who’s still looking at me questioningly. “Desperate times call for desperate measures. I wouldn’t be calling unless I needed you.”
“Say the word,” he answers fast, no questions asked.
Inasmuch as Ryder likes his privacy, he is always here when we need him.
“What’s going on?”
“I need a trace on someone. Fast. His name is Richard Kane. Former employer of my woman. He’s dangerous, connected, and on the run. We’ve been tracking him, but he’s moving off the grid. Thought you might be able to help.”
Ryder exhales through his nose, the sound dry and thoughtful. “Why do you all keep coming to me with woman problems? First it was Zane, then Beck, and now you? Did Cupid hit the ranch or something?”
“Ry.”
“Sorry, just in shock at how much I’m missing.”
“Maybe it’s time to come home then.”
“Maybe. We’ll see. Wait, did you say Kane… I’ve heard that name before.”
I frown. “In what context?”
“Doesn’t matter,” he says. “Send me what you’ve got. I’ll find him.”
It’s not arrogance. It’s certainty. Ryder doesn’t promise—he delivers.
“Thank you.”
“I’ll call when I have a location.”
The line clicks off before I can answer. Typical Ryder.
When I turn around, Tessa’s gaping at me. “That was him?”
“Yeah,” I say, pocketing my phone. “He lives in the mountains, disconnected from the world. We all suspect he’s involved insome shady shit, but we can’t prove it. But if there’s one thing Ryder’s good at, it’s finding people who don’t want to be found.”
She leans closer, voice soft but steady. “You trust him?”
“With my life,” I answer without hesitation. Then, after a beat, I add, “And now with yours.”
