The Key To Micah's Heart (Hell Yeah!) by Sable Hunter, Ryan O'Leary Read Free Book Online Page B

site.”
    “How much is this pie worth?” Micah smiled with dollar signs in his eyes.
    “About 16 billion.” Jet said calmly.
    “Good God!” Micah grabbed his heart. “That’s more than the Powerball.”
    “Someone give Micah CPR, he’s about to have the big one.” Destry remarked dryly as he came through the back door, closely followed by three men: Noah McCoy, Jacob McCoy and Bowie Travis Malone.
    “Come in, gentlemen.” Kyle motioned for his butler to bring more glasses from the wet bar. “Make yourselves comfortable.”
    There were greetings all around. Micah had wondered what was up, and now he knew.
    Angel Rubio. 
    He also noticed one of the Equalizers was missing. “Where’s Tyson?”
    “He’s at the airport picking up Marisol.” Saxon reported as he dug in the wet bar for peanuts.
    “Are those two ‘together’ together?” Micah asked, making quotation marks with his hands.
    “She’s letting him chase her until she catches him,” Destry said dryly. “It will be a cold day in August before I get serious about anyone. First Kyle, then Jet, now Tyson. I wouldn’t be surprised if Saxon doesn’t succumb anytime. Micah and I are the only two who’ve been inoculated against this plague called love. Right Micah?”
    “Bachelor for life.” Micah held up his hands as if in surrender. “I have no plans to tie myself down to any woman.”
    “Famous last words.” Jet gave him a knowing smile. “I’ll make you eat them with a dash of hot sauce one day.”
    They all gravitated to the large conference table in front of a roaring fire. Kyle took the head chair. Micah sat down by Jet, bracing his feet on the cross bar beneath the oblong table, leaning his chair as far back as it would go. Looking around he couldn’t complain about the digs. When the Equalizers first formed, they’d met around a booth in Tyson’s rickety RV or on Jet’s boat docked at Galveston Island. Sometimes they’d gathered at Kyle’s swanky loft overlooking the lake. And now…now Albert Wolfe’s only son was sitting in the Governor’s mansion, the oldest continuously inhabited home in Texas. He could still remember well the day in 2008 when someone had thrown a Molotov cocktail on the front porch of the house and almost blown it up. The crime was still unsolved, but one of these days Micah was going to find out who’d done it.
    If he ever had the time.
    Between the work he did with the Equalizers, his ranch, and his writing, he rarely had the opportunity to get into trouble anymore. He’d had to juggle three projects just to make time to go to Angel House . For a second, he remembered Madison Fellows smile. She’d been a ray of sunshine on an otherwise cloudy night.
    “Noah has some news for us. I told him that we’re ready to do what we can to help him find his mother.” Kyle announced, waving off a man at the door with a folder in his hand. “Not now, Carl. I’ll be with you in a few minutes.”
    “Thanks, Kyle.” Noah removed his gray Stetson and set it on the smooth oak surface of the table. “I need to start this off by thanking you for what you did for me earlier.” He looked toward Jet and Micah. “You followed up on the photo lead that my cousin Heath passed along. Isaac told me you found yourself in quite a harrowing experience.”
    Jet just waved it off. “No problem. We were glad to do it.”
    “Yea, Jet enjoyed it, especially the tranny he met in Tampico.” Micah couldn’t help it, he loved to pick at the big guy. Jet gave him a look, then he realized it might not have been in the best taste, considering what Noah’s mother might be involved in. “Sorry. I wish we could’ve found her for you. At least we verified she’s alive.”
    “Yes.” Noah cleared his throat and his brother Jacob took his glass and stood to refill it. “I’ll admit that when I got word she was in Tampico, I was devastated. At first, I thought the worst.”
    Micah felt for the guy. What a bitter pill to swallow