“She’s not answering. What have you perverts done with her?”
Nolan ground his teeth to avoid knocking Darren’s out of his mouth. His law enforcement training taught him to deescalate, not throw punches.
No matter how much he wanted to knock out Hope’s ex.
You like your job here. Don’t do anything stupid.
A screaming engine could be heard coming up the lane.
Nolan spared a glance in that direction to see Cam speeding toward the gate in one of the trucks belonging to the maintenance crew.
The pickup came to an abrupt halt at an angle directly behind the ATV. As soon as the driver’s door was flung open, Cam burst from the driver’s seat. Before his feet even hit the ground, he asked, “What’s going on here?”
When Nolan’s eyes flicked to Kirk, the guard gave him a chin lift that said he could hold down the fort while Nolan pulled Cam off to the side.
Nolan kept his voice low. “Did you hijack that truck?”
“It’s commandeering when the good guys do it, and of course I did. What’s going on?”
“Where’s Hope?”
Cam jerked his chin into his neck and frowned. “She texted me earlier and said she’d be spending a few hours at the spa.”
Good. She needed to stay far away from this belligerent asshole.
“Sir, you need to calm down,” Kirk warned with extreme restraint.
“I want to speak to my girlfriend! By barring me from entry, I’m beginning to think this is a hostage situation. Don’t make me get the police involved.”
Nolan rolled his eyes so hard, he swore he busted a blood vessel.
“For fuck’s sake,” Cam muttered. “Is that her ex?”
“Yep. The one and only Darren Von Dump Her.”
Cam blinked at Nolan’s snarky answer before walking away. Out of the corner of Nolan’s eye, he saw his lover on his cell phone. Was he calling for backup?
Between the three of them, they could easily handle one pissed off man. As long as Darren wasn’t packing. If so, they’d soon be wishing they were, too.
A few seconds later, Cam took determined strides toward the gate and Nolan followed closely behind him.
Cam’s nostrils flared in irritation when he asked, “What do you want with Hope?”
“I need to talk to her. That’s all.”
“Does she want to talk to you?”
“Of course she does. I left her, not the other way around.”
What an asshole.
“You left her and you truly believe she wants to listen to what you have to say now?”
“Stay out of our business.”
“You’re making it our business by showing up here,”—Cam jabbed a finger toward the ground—"and creating a scene.”
“I wouldn’t be making a scene if you’d give me access to her.”
