Chapter 178

LUKE FOUGHT THE URGE to drum his fingers on the table. He knew interrogation tactics. Could recite the playbook. They all knew what was happening here. The only question was, how long until Luke could bust them free?

So far he'd only seen the two guards and Abigail-no, Yael's-ex-husband. Those were two very different women in Luke's eyes. Abigail would chew that prissy man up and spit him out. Yael needed to remember she was no longer a child bride to a man without morals.

The door swung open and Baron stepped in, holding a fucking McDonald's bag and two cups of coffee.

They were close enough to civilization that the coffee was still steaming.

"I guessed what you might like." Baron plopped the bag on the table and set the coffee within easy reach.