Page 82 of Sunny Undone

“I agree.” I look to Mina, who nods in agreement. “There wasn’t any rain between two of these spikes, and the highest concentrations aren’t along the agricultural boundary where you would expect it to be if it were runoff. It’s worth checking in with local farmers, even if it’s to find out if any of their supplies have been stolen.”

“Have I told you how hot it is when you’re being all fucking smart?” Sunny says.

I should be embarrassed, but even as heat fills my cheeks, I find myself saying, “It’s my equivalent of a wheelie.”

Sunny chuckles. “Leave it with me, Indy. We’ll find the right people to speak to.”

25

SUNNY

“So, what’s the deal with you and the scientist?” Lock says, taking his seat two chairs from mine the following day.

Vandal grins smugly. “He’s taken one look at my family and decided he wants one of his own.”

Havoc throws his arm over Vandal’s shoulder. “Brother. Not everyone can be as disgustingly hot for their old lady as you are.”

Reaper looks at Knox as he takes his seat. “I don’t know. Knox got a new painting for his office from Maren, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say it’s an abstract of him getting his dick sucked.”

Knox grins. “You got it flipped, and it’s the only time you’ll ever see me on my knees.”

North puts two fingers to his mouth in a mock vomit. “Jesus. Never going in your office ever again. The last thing I need to think about when I’m in there is you chomping on your old lady’s pussy.”

“Kinda hot, though,” I say.

Lock looks at me. “That’s your Prez and Maren you’re talking about.”

I shrug. “Fuck me, I’ve seen just about every one of you fucking someone else. And you didn’t have to live through the sexual Olympics Vandal and Daisy pulled off when they bailed on date night and came here to fuck instead.”

Vandal rubs his chin. “That was such a good night.”

I look at Havoc. “And you’re the worst for getting boners when others are fucking.”

He shrugs. “Sex is sex. I like watching it. Like doing it. Which is why this whole monogamous bullshit ain’t gonna work for me.”

Knox shakes his head. “The bigger they are, the harder they fall. You’re just saying that until someone comes in like a bowling ball and knocks down all your skittles.”

North grins, which is unusual for our vice president. “Was that a euphemism? Your jeans hiding a bunch of dicks?”

“This fucking table is a bunch dicks,” Knox mutters.

I shrug and speak, to deflect attention away from Prez. “I call Della Indy. Told her I was gonna raid her ark.”

Havoc is the first to lose it. Then, Vandal. Even North. The whole table laughs hard, and it’s good for the soul.

“Raid her ark,” Havoc repeats, sucking in a breath and holding his ribs.

“I’m guessing it was a religious experience,” Lock manages to get out.

And amid all the laughter, I miss her. Haven’t seen her since yesterday. Wish I was going home to her tonight. Wish I was going to get to wrap myself around her soft curves as I fall asleep, but we’ve been busy as a club.

“Alright,” Knox says, wiping his eyes. “Can we focus on something other than where we’re all putting our dicks? What have we got?”

Havoc sits forward. “Me and Van hit up our neighbors on the other side of the waterway. They’ve got cash flow problems and are using insecticides as infrequently as possible and keep only a limited amount on hand to deal with outbreaks. But they gave us the names of four other landowners around us. We’ll follow up with them tomorrow.”

“Sunny? Ridge?” Knox asks.

Ridge looks to me, and I nod for him to go ahead. “We visited a couple of dealers this side of the interstate to see if they’ve sold large quantities to anyone recently that wasn’t their usual customer list. The one on the other side of the highway, Miller’s Farm and Feed, said they filed a report that some had been stolen, but the police didn’t seem overly worried because it wasn’t on any bomb making hit list.”