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“Let’s talk about Dante,” Colton said, getting onto a stool. “He called
Mom today.”
“What?” Logan’s hands balled into fists.
Dante hadn’t been seen or heard from in weeks. He was never
forthcoming, according to Logan, but he’d gone darker than usual this time.
No phone calls. No forwarding number at the private clubs he owned and
Logan wouldn’t tell me more about. Nothing.
When Doreen started worrying herself to distraction, Logan hired a
private detective to find him, but he’d come up empty so far.
“Right out,” Colton said, slashing his hand definitively. “He’s all ‘I’m
disappearing.’ Not to worry, but basically, tough shit.”
Logan tapped his fingertips on the counter, staring at—and through—
his brother as if debating whether or not to interrogate him further.
“I wish I could disappear.” Mandy drained her glass. “Just until this dies
down.”
Logan’s attention went from Colton, to Mandy, to me, and I knew that
look. It was the same one he’d had when he got the idea for us to separate
for a while. It was a plan hatching.
“We can arrange that,” Logan said, getting onto a stool. “Ever been to
Cambria?”
By the time we got to bed, it was after midnight. Logan had gone to his
parents’ to get the keys to the Cambria house, and Mandy and I had gone
back to her place to pack her up.
She’d kissed us and thanked us with tears in her eyes before driving
west and out of reach.
“She looked more relaxed just getting the hell out of here,” Logan said
as he slid under the covers.
“Honestly?” I scooted back so he could spoon me. “She wants the idea
of Renaldo more than she ever wanted the actual Renaldo.”
“I’d never work that hard for an idea.” He reached around me and under
my shirt.
“Of course not.” I guided his hand downward. “That would be so un-
Crowne.”