“Done a runner. Doubt he’ll come back for her. So yeah, might be an idea to land her in their laps.” Zander didn’t ask who the task force was, so she guessed he already knew about them.
“Shit, Saber got away?” Linc asked.
Zander nodded. “He’ll hide away somewhere, regroup. Don’t know if he’ll come back here, though. Markovich’s men ripped his men apart. It was fucking carnage.”
“Where did this take place? Does Ed know?” Linc asked.
“I don’t work for the sheriff. But guessing he’ll know by now. It was out of town, the place where the Devil’s Sinners have been staying. Markovich’s men snuck in on them. Markovich will be pissed I got to Tiger. Someone must have alerted Saber and Rosalind. Sent them running. He took off on his bike and we missed him, but she was busy trying to stuff shit into her car.”
Typical Rosalind.
“I want to see her,” she said firmly.
Linc turned to her. “Sure, baby?”
“Yes, not him. I never want to see him again.” She shuddered. “But I want to see her before we hand her over. I want to know if she ever cared about me.”
“Why would you care about that?” Zander asked.
“She’s the only family I have left,” Marisol said.
“No, baby, she isn’t,” Linc told her. “We’re your family now. Me and everyone on this ranch.”
She blinked back tears then nodded. “Then I just want to see her for closure. Please.”
“We can make that happen,” Zander said.
“It’s safe?” Linc asked.
“Of course.” Zander looked affronted. “What about Tiger? Want me to get rid of him?”
“Why don’t you hand him back to Markovich?” Linc asked. “Seems only fair.”
Zander thought about it then nodded. “Yeah. I’ve got everything I want from him. Come on then. I don’t have all night. And you really need to put some clothes on.”
She glanced down her mouth falling open as she noticed that Linc was completely naked.
“Shit!” Linc swore, covering himself with his hands. “Why the fuck didn’t you say anything?”
Zander shrugged. “I’m in your home. Figured it was rude to tell you to get dressed.
”
“Jesus. Since when do you care about being rude?”
Zander scowled. “Since a certain brat came to live with me. You can follow me in your truck. You got that car seat installed for the pipsqueak yet?”
“So it was you who sent it?” Marisol asked.
Zander gave a nod.
“Thank you,” she told him.
“You’re welcome, pipsqueak. Is it in your truck?” he asked Linc who was busy getting dressed.
“Yes,” Linc snapped back. “Now can you please give us some privacy to get dressed.”
Zander turned. “Sure, but don’t know why you’re so shy now. Not like I haven’t seen it all.”