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often got very valuable information while she narrated her thoughts. More often than not it got her in trouble, but he didn’t expect that to happen in this instance.
    Watching her eyes clear, Kyle knew she’d come back to the moment and he couldn’t help but smile down at her. “Kitten, I do love the way your mind works. I swear it’s no wonder you and our mom are so close.” Analytical brilliance wrapped in beautiful soft silk. He and Kent thanked their lucky stars every day their mom had met Tobi and sent her their way. They’d been avoiding Tobi’s calls and emails for weeks because she’d been working for a local magazine and had wanted to do an article on The Prairie Winds Club, and they, on the other hand, hadn’t wanted the publicity. But when Mama West put her foot down and insisted Kent arrange a meeting with the reporter she’d met during a visit to the magazine’s office, they’d complied. From the first moment they’d met the pint-sized dynamo, they’d been grateful for their mother’s insistence. And the fact the two most important women in their lives loved one another as if they really were mother and daughter was a huge bonus.
    She grinned as if he’d just handed her the deed to the universe, “Thanks. I always take that as a compliment even though I’m not convinced it always is.” Her grin was so infectious, Kyle couldn’t help but chuckle and, he could see Kent’s shoulders shaking with silent laughter as well. After a few seconds of silence, Tobi moved her thoughtful gaze between the two of them and said, “Okay, now I know there is more, so out with it.” Damn, maybe she was spending too much time with their mom.
    “Careful, sweetness. You don’t want to let your mouth start writing checks your sweet little ass will have to cash later. I’d much rather fuck you than punish you.” It always amazed Kyle that everybody thought Kent was the more easy-going of the two of them, when in fact he was far stricter. Kyle might talk more, but his twin was all about action.
    “Sorry, Master.” Kyle had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing because she was laying it on pretty thick, though he had to admit when she dipped her chin and looked up at him through her long lashes, it went straight to his cock. “I just want to know what it is the two of you aren’t saying, because I know you, and it’s there…I can feel it.”
    There wasn’t going to be any arguing her point because she was dead on. But this time it was Kent who answered, “You’re right, sweetness. We do need your help. We’ve kept Lara’s phone because we’re hoping to be able to backtrace any calls she may get about her parents. There are several things that don’t add up, but no one wants to say anything to Lara just yet.”
    Kent had barely finished speaking when Tobi squealed and was literally bouncing up and down in her chair. “Oh, tell me what you want me to do—I’m going to be the best operative you’ve ever had, you just wait and see. Want me to ferret out information? I’m really good at asking nosey questions. Or maybe you want me to find out who her parents really work for…they might work for the CIA or something. Heck, maybe they were spying for Uncle Sam and got busted trying to steal top secret missile locations or vials of germ warfare stuff.” Kyle looked at Kent to see the same horror reflected in his eyes that Kyle was feeling. How on earth had they lost any semblance of control over this conversation so quickly?
    Obviously Tobi had noted their response, because without skipping so much as a beat, she added, “Maybe they know where Jimmy Hoffa is buried…yeah, that’s probably it. You want I should find out, Boss? Huh? That what you want?” She’d ended with the corniest mafia gangster accent he’d ever heard and before they could even respond, raucous laugh sounded behind them and they turned to see Jax and Micah leaned back howling with laughter. Gracie stood