Emma

The screen door opened and Kyle appeared.

He’d changed his clothes from earlier, now wearing a blue suit, crisp striped shirt, and a silver tie. “We’re going out.”

Jezebel lifted her chin. “Stay safe. I assume this has to do with business.”

“Yes, we’ve received word about something.” His gaze came to me.

“Something to do with Rett?” I asked.

Kyle shook his head. “Not exactly.” ...