Page 39 of Fly's Path

Why would Deacon care? “Dylan Oliva. She married this biker named Rogue.”

“No way. Tell me you weren’t part of that wild advanced bachelorette party?”

How did he know about that? “Are you a biker?”

Deacon nods. “Chaos is in my blood. Literally, my dad was one of the founding members.”

“No way.” Small world. “I was just there the other day. Tomorrow is the cake tasting.”

“You still didn’t answer my question. Were you at the party?”

I blush. “There are pictures to prove it. Though, to be honest, I can’t remember much after the third stop. But my hangover the next day was impressive.”

Deacon grins. “Pictures or it never happened.”

“No way.” I shake my head.

“You do know I have an in to acquire some, right?”

That means I need to go have a little chat with someone before any incriminating evidence can be sent anywhere. “What was your father’s name again?”

Deacon smirks and lifts a blondie to his mouth. “I don’t think I mentioned it.”

“It would be easier if you just told me.” The thing about authors is that we’re amazing at finding things out.

“Yeah, I don’t think I will.”

“Wait, if this friend of yours is in Silent Valley, what are you doing in Urbium?” Viola steps into the conversation.

“There was no way I was going to stay with the newlyweds, and I don’t think there’s a hotel there.” Not that I could afford one. “So a friend invited me to stay with her.”

“What’s your friend’s name? I might know her. We’re practically neighbors.”

Um…this is starting to feel like the third degree rather than visiting a sick person. To be fair, neither of these men is anything but a splendid form of the masculine physique, even a little damaged.

“This blondie is amazing.” Gabe gives me a smile of understanding. “Do you bake often?”

I could hug him for taking the pressure off. Not that I will. Kissing a random stranger was enough PDA for me to last a lifetime.

***

An hour later, we’re back on the helicopter on our way back to Urbium.

“Did you enjoy meeting my grandson?”

The little kid? “Yes. Though I still can’t believe he’s Gabe Vincenti.”

“Football isn’t the most interesting thing about him.”

I can believe that. “He seemed like a very nice man.”

“Would you like to come with me when I visit him again next week?”

Oh, the matchmaking! Why play games? “Viola, you do know I’m not interested in dating anyone?”

“Of course I know that. But your visit was the first time he spoke to anyone else since his parents dropped him off, otherthan medical staff. You got him talking to people again. It would make me so happy to see him trying to socialize a little bit, even there.”

Do I believe her? Maybe. “I’d be happy to.” Hopefully, I don’t regret saying that.