Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
She walked out, letting professionalism hold back the storm of emotion that threatened.
She wasn’t going to give him one more second of her tears.
* * * *
Niall sat in the small room in the emergency department, staring down at his cell. Still nothing.
“She’s not calling you back, man. You should go after her.” Jensen looked beyond tired, but then he’d had like thousands of volts of electricity run through his system or something. He’d been hooked up to EKGs and had his blood taken and reflexes tested. He’d also talked to the Dallas Police and a man who introduced himself as Jack’s boss.
They had been here for hours, and not one word from Harlow.
Was she done with him, too?
“I’m not sending you home in an Uber.” He was pissed at Jensen, but he couldn’t abandon him. Though now he worried Harlow would think he was choosing Jensen over her.
His gut was in knots, but he wasn’t sure what he should do.
“I can call someone.” Jensen looked past tired. He’d aged in the hours since he’d gotten out of their bed and made the choice to leave them.
“Who?” Niall was unaware he’d made a bunch of friends while he was seeking his revenge on the man who’d killed his brother.
Who was dead now because Harlow put a bullet in him.
Would Jensen hold that against her?
Why was he even thinking that way? She’d made herself plain. If he had a shot with her—and that felt like a big if all of the sudden—he would have to give up Jensen.
His only family.
Jensen sat back, moving his hand like the IV there bugged him. “Well, I guess I would call an Uber.”
“And where would you go?” His friend wasn’t thinking straight. “Your place? It’s being combed over by the police and the FBI. Do you honestly want to go back there?”
Jensen’s last act before the ambulance had shown up had been to crawl to his kitchen, to find the place behind his refrigerator where he’d slipped the drive. It was covered with wallpaper and had taken him a moment to locate since his hand had still been shaking, but he’d passed it off to Landon to take to Harlow.
“It’s all I have,” Jensen admitted. “I can’t even sleep in my car. It’s still impounded. I’ll figure out how to get that out.”
“I already got it out for you.”
Niall turned, and one of the Dawson brothers stood in the doorway.
Well, his luck was holding, since that was Chase Dawson come to tell them to stay the fuck away from his daughter. Behind him was Ben. He could tell the difference because Chase’s expression was utterly impassive, and Ben looked sympathetic.
Chase stepped inside. He wore a button-down and slacks with loafers that likely cost more than Niall made in a month. “I had your vehicle brought down here. It’s waiting when you’re ready to leave. You should know that Ian has smoothed everything over with the police and the FBI… Well, we’re not sure what they’re doing at this point, but they don’t want anything else to do with you. They’re satisfied they can take down the rest of the organization.”
Yes, that was a man who looked like he’d gotten everything he wanted.
“Are you doing okay?” Ben was in a T-shirt and jeans and sneakers, casual to his twin’s chic.
“Where’s Harlow?” Jensen asked, ignoring the question.
A brow rose over Chase’s eyes. “She’s with her mom. I’m fairly certain at this point her sister and Ruby and Gigi have joined them. I think they were opening a bottle of wine when I left. She had a rough day.”
“She spent some time talking to the cops. They were practically high-fiving her,” Ben admitted. “We managed to get to the station about halfway through her interview.”
Jensen’s eyes were steady on Chase. “Is she safe? They let her go?”
“From being prosecuted for taking out Hamilton?” Chase waved that off. “Like I said we have contacts, too. And obviously they let her go. How else would she be with her mom? I assure you they’re not opening wine down at the station.”
Ben sighed. “Give the kid a break. He had a rough day. They said that taser they used on him was amped up beyond anything they’ve seen. The cops were worried about his heart function after all that electricity.”
“They should be more worried about his brain.” Chase took up a place at the end of Jensen’s bed, looking him over like he was a subject to study. “You know if it had been Harlow, she could have taken it. She knows what a taser feels like. I didn’t do it. It’s precisely why I let her train with Big Tag. I couldn’t tase my baby girl any more than I could send assassins out after her.”
“What?” Niall stood.
Chase waved him off. “They weren’t real, but she would have flunked the course if she’d gotten tagged. Huh, tagged by Tag. That’s what he should call it. Anyway, I hoped Big Tag would scare the shit out of her and she would go back to college and get her master’s in history or something and be safe.”