Page 20 of My Hotshot
Yarder grumbled. “Barely.”
“How about we have a fire outside?” Olive suggested and was already standing like the decision had been made.
“S’mores,” Adalee chirped and snapped her fingers. “I’ve got everything in the kitchen to do them.”
“I’m down,” Rocky called from the kitchen.
“Are you in there lookin’ for food again?” Olive hollered. “We ate half an hour ago!”
Rocky came into the room rubbing his stomach like he hadn’t eaten in days. “I’m growing. What do you expect?”
“I expect I’ll have to get a second job to feed you,” Olive muttered.
Cue Ball slung his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. “The kid’s grown three inches this month, babe. Let the boy eat.”
“As long as he leaves food for the rest of us,” Saylor laughed.
“I can call Stan and see if he’ll bring some of those new cheeses I ordered for samples,” Dani offered and pulled her phone out of her back pocket.
“Oh, yeah—cheese!” Fallon cheered like it was the second coming.
The room erupted into motion. People got up, chairs scraped, someone knocked over a soda can, and Adalee headed toward the kitchen with Rocky trailing her like a shadow.
I was about to follow when my phone buzzed in my pocket.
One new message. No name.
123 W Palm Trail
I stared at it. Just an address. No other words. No punctuation. Just… that.
“Everything good?” Smoke asked as he was halfway out the door.
I didn’t answer right away. My stomach tightened.
“I just got a text,” I finally said.
“And?” Smoke laughed like I’d told him a joke.
“Who’s it from?” Dani asked, already typing away on her phone to Stan.
“I don’t know.” I held up the screen. “No contact saved. Just the address.”
“What’s the area code?” Adalee called from the kitchen, her voice muffled by cabinets opening and closing.
“Is it the number you have for Stretch?” Smoke asked and leaned in to look over my shoulder.
Fade stuck his head back in through the open door. “Babe, you coming?”
“As soon as we figure out who just texted Dice!” Adalee called back.
“Area code,” she demanded again. “What is it?”
I tapped the number. “508.”
“Address is nine minutes away,” Smoke said. He was already pulling up maps on his phone.
“Oklahoma,” Adalee shouted. “508 is from Oklahoma.”
