Two days later, Hayden was at the table with Myla when Jared strode in, phone pressed to his ear, face like stone. Beck followed him, already grabbing his jacket like they were heading out.

“What?” Hayden demanded, instantly on edge.

Jared held up a hand, listening. His brows snapped lower. “Say that again.” A pause. Then Jared’s jaw locked. “You’re certain?”

Hayden’s chair whirled back sharply. “What is it?”

Jared ended the call, sliding the phone into his pocket. His ...