Kennedy’s eyebrows shot up. “What the fuck?”
Cara dried her hands on a towel before approaching me, along with Layla and Ned. “Who was it?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “We don’t know. Whoever it was, they sped off when Donovan made his approach, and he had Imogen with him, so he could hardly get into a car chase. We’ve got the license details, so we were hoping Colt could trace the car.” I jerked my head toward the window, where I could see Donovan deep in conversation with the other men. “He’s probably out there now asking for help.”
“Jesus,” Kennedy breathed. “It’s worrying. I still remember how I felt when Kady got marked by the Sinners. They snatched her a few days later.”
I felt the color drain from my face.
“Oh God,” she muttered. “I’m sorry. I’m sure everything will be okay. I was just trying to say that I know how worrying it is.”
I took another glug of wine to try and calm myself down just before Layla grabbed my elbow and led me over to the kitchen table.
“Sit,” she ordered, taking the chair beside me,
Rolling my eyes, I did as I was told, then waited for Ned and Cara to join us. “I’m okay; I know nothing’s going to happen to Imogen. I feel guilty because I think it’s because of me.”
“How so?” Layla asked, her tone confused.
I caught Kennedy’s eye and simply said, “Evan.”
Her lips thinned as my meaning dawned on her.
“Wait. What’s your ex got to do with it?” Cara asked.
“He’s threatening to take me to court. The kids don’t want to see him because they’re still pissed over the Rachel business.”
“So instead of accepting that he fucked up, he blames you,” Cara stated, shaking her head. “He always was a narcissistic asshole. I still lie awake at night plotting his death after he blamed you for his cheating. For a guy who can’t keep the same woman for more than a few weeks, he doesn’t do much wrong, does he? Do you think he’s hired somebody to follow you guys around?”
“Maybe. I don’t know if it’s Evan for sure, but I wouldn’t put it past him.”
“Can you give me that registration number?” Kennedy asked. “I’ll get my firm’s PI on it.”
“No need,” Donovan’s voice interrupted.
I craned my neck to see my man standing at the bifold doors, leading to the garden. “Atlas already got Colt on it. We’ve got a hit. Can I have a word, Ned?”
She stood from the table. “Of course.”
“Use the study if you like,” Cara offered, gesturing toward the other end of the room. “It’s just through that door.”
Donovan held his hand out to me. “Thanks.”
I stood and took Donny’s fingers, and without a second look, he led me down the hallway. His face had blanked, like his mind was miles away, but then, it probably was.
My chest felt jittery as I wondered what conversation we were about to have.
Donovan was a new dad and already protective of Imogen, but there was no denying that fatherhood came late to him. Everything had happened very suddenly, and his life before had been mostly transient and stress-free, with no ties or responsibilities.
In the space of a year, he’d come back to the same town he grew up in, bought a business, and had become a single dad to a baby girl. He also had something else he’d never had before: a girlfriend, and one with two kids of her own, plus an asshole ex who insisted on causing drama.
I worried the pressure was starting to get to him. He seemed downtrodden by everything, like he’d lost his spark.
Kennedy opened the study door and gestured for us to go inside. We moved toward the huge desk in the middle of the room and took a seat, while Ned perched her ass on the corner of the dark wood and directed her gaze at Donovan. “What’s going on?” she asked.
“Did Rosie fill you in on the asshole taking pictures?” he asked.
She nodded.
