I narrow my eyes at her. “Are you matchmaking?”
“No,” she protests. “They just seem to get along really well is all.”
“She’s fourteen years older than he is,” I remind her.
“Lucia Montoya!” she says, her mouth open in horror. “And how many years older than you is your husband?”
“Sixteen,” I whisper, “but it’s different for guys.”
“Yeah, but it shouldn’t be.”
“I know you’re right,” I admit. Double standards when it comes to dating and sex really tick me off, but Molly and Hugo have so many differences. He’s become a part of our family and I wouldn’t want him to get hurt again.
“Kelsey will never forgive you if you set him up with Molly and he falls in love. I mean I know she broke his heart, but still…”
“I am not setting them up. Jeez,” she says with a shake of her head. “They’re only talking to the boys down at the bunk house.”
“Hmm,” I say, my eyes narrowed in suspicion.
The sound of voices in the hallway makes both of us look to the door. A few seconds later, Jax and my father walk through it and I breathe a sigh of relief. They both appear unharmed.
I wrinkle my nose. “You smell of fire?”
“Oh, that will be from the bonfire,” my father says.
“The bonfire?”
“Oh, it wasn’t ours,” Jax says as he walks toward me. “But it did come in pretty useful.” He slips his arm around my waist and kisses me softly. “I’ll go take a shower soon. How about you join me?”
“As fun as that sounds, we have more important things to focus on right now,” I remind him and take a step back. “Did you find anything?” I ask loudly, but my father is distracted kissing my mom. It’s not a peck on the cheek either and I roll my eyes.
“You two need some privacy here?” Jax says and they stop and look back at us.
“Just saying hello to my wife, amigo,” my father says with a grin.
“Yes, we did find something. The guys who beat my dad up were paid by someone. They never met him and everything was done over the phone, but they did give us a contact number. They said he only responds to text messages, so we took their phone and sent him a text.”
“What if they give him the heads up?” my mom asks.
“They won’t,” my father says matter of factly.
“You sure?”
He narrows his eyes at me. “One hundred percent,mija.”
“Oh,” I whisper. I suppose beating Harvey up like that and trying to frame Jax for it was only going to end one way for the people responsible.
“What about you two? Find anything on Ed?” Jax asks.
“A little,” my mom says with a frown. “But nothing out of the ordinary. I couldn’t access his bank records or anything like that. You or Alejandro would need to do that.”
“Okay,” he nods.
“But you found out something?” my father asks.
“Yes. He moved here from Idaho, but he was only there about six months.”
“And before that?” Jax asks.