After the women left for their celebration, the kids stayed up past dark to play hide-‘n’-seek games and see if their clothing worked. Aric had donned a black stocking cap to cover his blond hair. “The camo face paint topped it off.”

“It worked.” Knox tugged on his red beard. “They were purely invisible.”

After the kids won the last game, Hawk snapped pictures before realizing the photos revealed it was after nightfall—far past Aric’s bedtime.

Even worse, both kids had fallen asleep before baths. They were still face-painted and wearing combat clothing.

As if he was reading Hawk’s mind, Caz frowned. “We should get up early and scrub the children down.”

“Erase the evidence?” Chevy had a bullfrog’s laugh. “That’d be smart.”

Hawk rubbed the scar on his cheek and considered. It’d work if Kit slept late. Otherwise, she’d murder him for corrupting her son.

Then Gabe would arrest her. Which would be bad.

Hawk nodded. A few extra orgasms would ensure she slept late. Wouldn’t be a problem.

No, he’d do his utmost for a noble cause.

As his dick stirred to life, he rose to his feet. “I’m going to head out and park at the roadhouse. Just in case.”

“In case they decide to sing their way through downtown?” Bull nodded. “I could see Frankie egging Kit on to something crazy.”

Appalled, Hawk stared at his brother. “Seriously?”

“My woman won’t be drinking,” Gabe said smugly. Then his smile faded. “But Frankie and Kit together might be impossible for her to contain.”

Caz shook his head. “JJ is unpredictable. She might vote for restraint—or not.”

“Lillian can come up with some crazy notions.” Dante nodded approval at Hawk. “Best to have a lookout, just in case.”

Knox and Chevy exchanged worried looks before Chevy turned to Hawk. “They’re supposed to text us for a ride, but if they leave the roadhouse?”

“God help Rescue,” Knox muttered. “You call if that happens, Hawk.”

Yeah, he’d do just that—after he retreated to a safe distance. And took some pictures. Many, many pictures.

“Will do.”

Outside Bull’s Moose Roadhouse, there were ample pools of darkness to help with staging the operation.

Captain Nabera’s men had arrived in black SUVs along with a couple of black passenger vans. They drove into the lot without lights and parked in the shadows.

For transport of their prisoners, Nabera had rented two windowless cargo vans, unfortunately white—the only color available. For discretion, the driver parked them down on Sweetgale until needed.

At the back of the lot, Nabera stood next to one SUV and surveyed the area. The black vehicles were nearly invisible. His men were geared up and ready for action.

The Prophet would have been proud of Nabera’s planning and his people’s professionalism.