When she couldn’t hold off any longer, she glanced over at the men. They were still huddled over the desk, looking at mug shots. Of course, Bonnie could be over there if she wanted. All the women could.
She didn’t want to. Plus, Zane would report back. And unlike the men, she didn’t have a military background, so what would she do with the information anyway?
“Bonnie.”
She looked back at Addie. The rest of the women were talking amongst themselves now, but Addie only had eyes for her.
The other woman’s gaze was soft but also concerned. “Are you okay?”
“Just worried.” Big truck-load levels of worried.
Addie glanced at the men, then back to her. “There are only three guys left and we don’t know if they’re all in Amber Ridge or some have left. That means it’s possibly Monty against all of them.”
Looking at the powerful men who, between them, had decades of tactical training and military experience, most would agree that the odds were in their favor. But Zane knew Monty best—and Zane was worried. That made Bonnie worried.
She nodded anyway. “How’s Noah been?”
“It feels like we only just recovered from everything that happened at the park, and now we have this. Even though he won’t admit it, it’s been a lot for him. And he’s worried about Indie, as we all are. But I just keep reassuring him that she’ll be okay. And we’ll get through this.”
Bonnie touched Addie’s arm. “I’m glad he has you.”
“And I’m glad he has you back.”
“I don’t know about that. I got Indie shot.” Shit. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
“No, you didn’t. You didn’t ask someone to shoot at you. And it was Indie’s choice to push you out of the way. I doubt she regrets saving you.”
She wasn’t sure she believed that. Saving Bonnie had probably been a reflex when Indie more than likely wished she’d protected her baby.
But the baby was safe and healthy. Bonnie just needed to keep reminding herself of that.
Footsteps sounded, then Noah was behind Addie, touching her back. “Hey. Ready to go?”
She rose. “Finished?”
“For tonight.”
He sounded tired. But then, they all did. Even with the state police in town helping with this whole mess, it didn’t feel like enough.
Noah glanced at her. “You okay, Bon?”
“Mm-hmm.” She reached out and squeezed his hand.
As everyone said their goodbyes and filtered out of the gym, Bonnie moved over to Zane. His hand immediately slipped around her waist and tugged her closer, but he was still looking at the photos.
She frowned down at the three mug shots. A bald man with tattoos down his neck. A dark-haired guy with an eyebrow ring.
She frowned at the third picture. “That’s Monty.” She wasn’t sure how she knew, but she did.
“Yeah. My dad and his mother were siblings. They’ve both passed now but they look similar, so we look similar.”
That was it. He looked like Zane. But he also didn’t. The difference was in the eyes. Monty’s were flat and hollow, like they were completely devoid of warmth.
Zane was everything Monty wasn’t. Good. Warm. Kind.
Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “You know what I was thinking?”
“That we should get the hell out of this town and disappear?”
