Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Fucker.
Her eyes come to me, and she shifts on her feet.
“You’re always welcome at my place,” I say, wanting her to know what he said was true, even if having her under my roof is its own kind of torture.
“Thanks.” Her tongue runs across her bottom lip, and she glances over her shoulder. “Food is in the kitchen whenever you guys are ready to eat.”
I jerk up my chin and don’t know what Talon does because I don’t take my eyes off her until she disappears out of sight.
“Thanks,” I grumble at my brother.
“You’re welcome.” He grins. “Just helping you out.”
With a shake of my head, I let out a breath and then focus on the task at hand. Once we finish the trim, we head down the hall to the kitchen, where Liam and Olivia’s dad are standing, holding a plate of pizza. Olivia and Amy sit at the small dining table that is tucked up against the wall.
“There are sodas in the fridge,” Olivia calls out to us as I pick up a plate and grab two slices of pepperoni pizza.
“Thanks.” I go to the fridge and grab a Coke for myself and one for Talon before I lean back against the counter and start to eat. Talon makes his way across the room to sit with the girls, who immediately launch into questions about his wife and kids. And, of course, he’s all too happy to pull out his phone and share pictures with them.
“Did you check the camera at your place to see if you could see anything from last night?” Liam asks quietly, and I focus on him.
“I checked. I only have the one camera on my door, and it didn’t pick anything up. I asked the neighbors if they had anything, but none of them have cameras.”
“Olivia said you think it was the guys who were supposed to drop off her stuff,” her dad says, and I nod as I chew. Then I swallow before I answer.
“It’s the only thing that makes sense. I’ve never heard of anything like that happening around here, not in this neighborhood. Then, the day after the run-in with those guys, the window is broken in the middle of the night?” I cock a brow.
“Makes sense to me, too,” he agrees with a nod.
“The police have their information, and I sent my cousin Cobi a message this morning, letting him know what happened. He’ll make sure they are looked into.” I look toward the living room when the doorbell goes off, then glance at Olivia when she gets up.
Setting my plate aside, I follow her to the door. When she swings it in, annoyance causes my hands to flex at my sides. I should have guessed Lincoln would be back at some point. From his questions last night, it was obvious that he wouldn’t let seeing Olivia again be an opportunity he’d pass up.
“Lincoln, what are you doing here?” Olivia asks with a happy smile, holding the door open for him to come inside.
“I was on my way to work. I just wanted to swing by and check on you.” His eyes come to me briefly before he dismisses me and focuses on her once more. “How are you doing today?”
“Good. Great, actually. Bax and his brother got the window replaced, and my dad and brother are putting up some motion lights outside.”
“Good.” His tone is soft, and so is his expression.
“Lincoln?” Amy comes around the corner into the living room. “What are you doing here?”
“Hi, Mrs. Gannon.” He smiles as she gives him a hug. “Just checking on Olivia.”
“You’re always so sweet.”
What the hell is happening to my insides right now? I swear I either need to puke or punch something.
“Is Keller with you?”
“No, he’s with his mom today. I’m on my way to work.”
“Keller?” Olivia asks.
“My son.” His gaze becomes laser-focused on her, like he’s watching for her reaction to finding out he has a kid.
“You have a son?” she asks, smiling.
“Yeah, he’s seven.”
“Wow.” She shakes her head, never losing her smile. “Congratulations.”
“Thanks.” He laughs, and if I weren’t in my feelings about this whole situation, I would laugh too, because she’s a total dork. “Well…” He glances out the door. “I should get going. You still have my card, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Call me or send me a text, and we’ll schedule a time to catch up.”
“I’d like that. I’ll send you a text later this evening,” she replies.
“Sounds good.” He takes his eyes off her to look at her mom, dipping his chin. “Mrs. Gannon.”
“Bye, Lincoln.” She smiles as Olivia shuts the door. “I adore him,” Amy tells Olivia, linking her arm through her daughter’s, and I wonder if she’s ever said the same thing about me in that tone.
I grew up with her son, which means he and I got into trouble together, and she knows about my history with women. Maybe not all the details, but I know she’s heard rumors since she sat me and Liam down more than once to talk to us about “being safe” when we were younger.