“And so you just didn’t come to the house,” I comment. “You’re such a little bitch, Lucas.” I sit down at the seat across from his faithful laptop and grab the pie beside it. Kane settles into the seat next to me. “They’re bringing our food to the table.”

“Perfect,” I say, taking a bite of the pie and then offering him the fork. He doesn’t like strawberry pie, but he takes a bite.

And I know very well it’s so Lucas cannot.

Reason number one hundred and two to marry him, not that I need convincing.

Lucas sits down across from me and slides his laptop to the side, his energy uncomfortable.

As it should be.

“I need more stuff,” I say, sliding the pie between Kane and I to save it for dessert.

Lucas pulls his laptop back in front of him. “As long as it’s not more pie or cake since they’re sold out, hit me with it. And just so you know, I’ve pulled the data you wanted. I’ll download it all to a file for you before we leave.”

“Anything good?” I ask.

“There are connections between Pocher and almost everyone in the town. Every major event that is widely attended is a dot that connects to him. As of late, that means your father, as well.”

“In other words, no,” Kane supplies. “He’s found nothing that good. I told you. He’s not that good. You need Tic Tac.”

Lucas straightens. “All right. Challenge accepted.” He eyes the diner and then Kane. “See the woman in red? Give me fifteen seconds and I’ll tell you her life story.” He punches in a few keystrokes and says, “Her name is Nicki Wright. Age 32. Her social security number is 444-56-7734. She’s presently chatting on a dating site with some man twice her age who is loaded. Or so she thinks. He’s telling her his name is Madison Moore. It’s really Ricky Wilson, and he’s nineteen, and still lives at home with his mother.”

A waitress appears and fills mine and Kane’s coffee cups. When she leaves, Lucas is still waiting on Kane’s kudos. Poor man-boy has a hard lesson coming his way.

“That,” Kane says, “was equivalent to petty theft. And I have about ten guys who can do that on staff.”

Lucas scowls at Kane and then looks at me. “I doubt that.”

“Have you tried to hack me, Lucas?” Kane asks.

The minute I look at Lucas and spy the guilt smeared all over his pretty face, like jelly on a bun, all I can think is oh shit.

“You have,” Kane supplies. “And what, Lucas, did you find?”