“Not exactly…” He eyes Lochlan while he says, “We all have implanted GPS trackers.” “What do you mean ‘we all’?” Lochlan gapes. “Dad had them put in when Finn and I got our wisdom teeth out, so I did the same for you and Roan.” “Jesus fuck, Cash! You didn’t think to tell us that?” Cash shrugs indifferently. “It didn’t come up. And lower your fucking voice. It’s not good for the baby.”
