Lucky asked. And he held his breath and prayed it wasn’t his sister.“I don’t know,” Duran insisted. “The sheriff just found a body in the drive-in debris.”Lucky pressed harder for information he wasn’t sure he wanted. “Is it Kinley?”“They haven’t identified the body, but it’s definitely not Kinley. She’s with me.”He felt the relief, followed by a slam of new concern. “How’d that happen?”“I’d put a GPS device on Brenna’s car this afternoon before I ever walked into that drive-in and encountered your PI. I knew Brenna would run if things didn’t go her way in this meeting, and she did. When I caught up with them, she pushed Kinley out of the car. I nearly ran over her. And when I stopped to make sure she was okay, Brenna got away.”Oh, man. Lucky did not want to hear this. “Bring Kinley to the ranch,” he demanded.“She’s already here. All you have to do is come out and get her.”Marin shook her head and mouthed, “No.”But as dangerous as Duran’s offer sounded, Lucky couldn’t just dismiss it.
