Rowdy (Marked Men, #5)

by Jay Crownover

The SUV pulled onto the interstate and headed north. I watched the city fade into the background and asked him again where we were going. I could tell he was debating if he wanted to tell me or not just to spite me but eventually his innate kindness won out. “Phil owned a cabin out in the woods on a private lake in Boulder that he passed on to Nash. Nash keeps it because he can’t bear to sell it, and I think he wants to convince Saint to take time off this winter and hide out with him for a week or two since they are both so busy working all the time. He told me I could borrow it for a few days until we get our shit straight. There’s no electricity and no modern amenities, so all there is to do is fish, fuck, and talk.” He lifted an eyebrow at me with a leer. “I didn’t bring any fishing poles.” I looked out the window at the rapidly darkening sky and muttered, “I can’t believe my own sister helped you kidnap me.” “Something has to give, Salem. Either we’re doing this or we’re not, but I have to know one way or the other. Poppy just wants you to be happy. Hell, she just wants me to be happy after all this time and the road to that place for both of us runs right through you.”