Jag looked at him.“Am I wrong?”He then looked to Georgie.“Am I wrong, sweetheart?You got family now, the good kind that doesn’t spit onyou.You get that?Yeah?”
“Can this just be done?”Georgie asked in a small voice.
Yup.
This needed to be done.
Dutch gave Jag a look he could not misinterpret.
In turn, Jagger looked to Carolyn and raised his brows.
“I think I loved you,” she said.
“I know I don’t care,” he replied.
Fucking hell.
“Jag,” Dutch bit out.
Jagger nodded, went to the door, opened it and held it thatway.
Carolyn looked to him, to Georgie, her face startedcollapsing, then she ran out.
Jagger shut the door after her.
Georgiana turned in his arms and started burrowing.
Then her body hitched when she started crying.
He held her closer.
“Mwrr?” Murtaghasked from their feet.
“No, boy, she’s not okay,” Dutch answered.
Georgie hiccupped with a sob.
Murtagh collapsed on his side at Georgie’s ankle.
“When’d Dutch get a cat?”Roscoe asked.
“It’s Georgie’s,” Jagger told him.
“Right,” Roscoe muttered.
“You guys need food?”Jagger called.
“Gather the men for a meet,” Dutch ordered.“I want to talkto them about what we can do about Carlyle’s dad.”
Jagger’s expression opened up huge, this accompanying thegrin that spread on his mouth.
There it was.
Georgie was right.
Dutch needed his family.
And his family needed him.
