“Gone,” I said.
“Good.” She smiled and disconnected me from the life-saving poison. “Feel free to sit here for a bit and get your sea legs under you, but you can head out anytime.”
“Thanks,” I said.
Tina checked on Wyatt’s dad, then left us. I wanted out of this death house, so I pushed up, ignoring my weakness, but Orion grabbed my arm and frowned up at me. “You good?”
“Golden.”
“We’ll get you home and Letti can fawn all over you.”
I nodded and smiled at Wyatt. “It was nice to meet you, sweetheart.”
“You too,” she said, watching me closely.
Jesus, she was pretty.
“Dad,” Orion pressed. “You ready?”
I nodded and followed my son out of the building.
For the next month or so, Wyatt and I sat quietly chatting while her father snored his way through chemo. How he could sleep through this hell, I had no idea, but it gave me a chance to get to know her a little and I liked what I learned.
But then one day, she and her father weren’t there. My sergeant, Moses, had dropped me off, so I was alone, and since there were privacy laws, no one would tell me where she was.
This could mean her dad was done or it could mean her dad was dead.
My stomach dropped. I had a feeling it was the latter.
I pulled my phone out and did a quick search of her father’s name, but nothing came up, so I searched Wyatt’s name and was flooded with links. She was kind of a big deal in the PR world and as I scrolled through a few of the results, my admiration for her grew.
Way out of my fucking league.
So, I put her out of my mind.
Sort of.
I had shit to deal with in the form of my club gearing up for a fight we hadn’t started, but would most definitely finish, and my heir-apparent unwilling to step up to the plate.
Maybe that last statement was a little harsh, but Orion and I were butting heads a fuck of a lot more than we had in the past and I knew that a conversation needed to be had. It was all coming to a head and I was fuckin’ tired.
So fuckin’ tired.
I’d had another chemo appointment yesterday and my daughter, Violet, had insisted on taking me. Then stay home from school for a couple of days. Jesus, I loved my baby girl, but she was a fusser. She also looked exactly like her mother, other than the fact she had my eyes, and she was a daily reminder of everything I’d lost. Tall, blonde, and sassy as hell, she was the absolute light of my life. But I could tell she was scared, and I hated that. More than anything. My girl should sleep untroubled.
I’d had to sneak out of my own goddamn house this morning after hearing one of our cannabis grow houses had been set on fire. Orion’s woman, Raquel, had been trapped inside along with our master scientist, Paul Chandler, and they’d both been rushed to emergency.
After a rather heated discussion with my kid in front of Raquel, she’d ordered us out of her room, and Orion had insisted on driving me home.
Where I was met by my fuming daughter.
“I can’t believe you!” she snarled.
“I’m fine, Letti.”
“I’m taking his truck with me,” Orion said. “So, he’ll be forced to stay put.”
“Well, I’m gonna put a fucking bell on him if he tries anything again,” Violet threatened.
