“No idea,” I admitted.
“He didn’t tell her he was leaving in the first place,” Raquel said.
“Raquel,” I admonished.
“What? He didn’t.”
“I fucking hate it when they do that,” Violet ground out.
“That’s why we stick together, right?” Indigo pointed out, sipping her coffee. “Sister wife style.”
“Says the woman whose man bends over backwards to please her,” Violet said.
Indigo nearly did a spit take. “Um, sure we’ll go with that.”
“You guys never fight,” she continued.
“That’s not true,” Jekyll said. “You just don’t see her violence when we’re alone.”
None of us had noticed the men behind us.
“It’s true.” Indigo grinned. “I make sure y’all see the perfect front we put on. But in private, he’s whipped like a dog.”
Jekyll gave a chin lift. “Woof.”
We couldn’t stop girlish giggles as the men paid our bills, and we gathered up our belongings and followed them out of the diner.
* * *
Later that evening, I walked by Sundance’s open office and peeked in. “Do you have a minute?”
“Sure, sweetheart, come on in.”
I stepped inside and sat in one the of chairs across from him, settling my elbows on his desk. “Do you know what Wrath is doing?”
He didn’t answer, just studied me.
“I know where he is, big man. I’ve already tracked him,” I admitted. “I just want to know if it’s sanctioned or if you’re gonna be all growly and shit when he gets back.”
He smirked. “Growly and shit?”
“You’re louder than you think when they go rogue, you know?”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“So?” I pressed.
Sundance sighed. “I know where he is, what he’s doin’ and who he’s doin’ it with, Sierra.”
“Okay, so he’s covered?”
“Very.”
I swallowed convulsively. “He’s gonna come home, right?”
“He’s gonna come home, sweetheart. Swear to Christ.”
I couldn’t seem to stop the tears of relief. “Because if anything happened to him, I don’t know what I’d do.”