“If you say a single thing about Savannah on the air, I will sue you for slander,” he threatens.
“You know that’ll never hold up in court. Slander cases hardly ever rule in the plaintiff’s favor,” she retorts with a laugh.
Rory steps forward, appearing at my side. His sneer is directed at Sherry. “Maybe not. But it’ll be a long, arduous process with lots of lawyer’s fees. We have the means to drag it out as long as we live. Do you?”
Luke pushes someone aside and stands next to me. “Think before you speak, Sherry Jenkins. We have the best law firm in the city on retainer.”
Sherry’s jaw works back and forth, and she finally steps aside.
“We’re leaving,” Hunter says in my ear.
“Thank God,” I respond as Hunter steps around me, guiding the four of us to a black vehicle idling at the curb. One of Hollis’ men stand at the rear door and open it for us. The middle seats and back bench of the car face each other. Hunter and I take up the back bench, while Rory and Luke occupy the middle seats.
I haven’t even buckled myself in when the car peels away and merges with traffic. The tears begin to fall, and my hands shake, making it impossible to see my seatbelt.
“We got you, Trouble,” Luke whispers as his hands cover mine, and he buckles my seatbelt for me.
Hunter wraps an arm around me and pulls me into his side. “I’m so sorry, Heartbreaker.”
“It’s okay to cry it out, Dream Girl. We’ll be here to help you pick up the pieces.”
Trusting them to follow through, my heart shatters.
CHAPTER 34
HUNTER
That bitch Sherry Jenkins won’t have a job by the end of the night. I don’t know why I’m surprised by her actions. It’s just like her to ambush someone and not take no for an answer.
I wipe the tears from Savannah’s face. “Why did you run?”
Savannah just shakes her head, refusing to give us an answer.
“Not to butt in or anything,” Calder starts, “but I heard a bit of what she said to you in the bathroom.”
“Was Sherry in the bathroom with you?” A terrifying calm settles in my mind.
Savannah’s sobs subside as she takes a consolidating breath. “No, it was Clara.”
Frowning, Rory leans forward in his seat. “Clara Kipling?”
Savannah grimaces. “Yeah. She seemed a bit drunk.”
“That doesn’t excuse her behavior.” Luke grates.
Savannah rubs her temple. “I know, but?—”
“She threatened Savannah and said some awful things,” Calder adds.
Rory’s head pulls back. “Oh, hell no.”
“What a bitch.” Luke’s lips form into an unpleasant twist.
“She’s fired. I’ll send her the notice tonight.” Tucking some hair behind Savannah’s ear, I run the back of my knuckles down her cheek and the column of her neck. “I’m so sorry, Heartbreaker.”
“I’ll be okay. I promise.” She gives me a watery smile.
I smooth her hair back. “You shouldn’t have had to deal with her.”
