My stomach tightened. Slate wasn’t usually a chatty fucker, but something about that question put me on edge. I shifted slightly, careful not to alarm Macy, and grabbed the phone.
Me: Yeah. What’s up?
Slate: I ran Halloran through the system just to see what shook out.
The wait between messages went on fucking forever and my jaw clenched. I kept my expression neutral, the hand resting on Macy’s knee relaxed and steady.
Me: Are you gonna fuckin’ tell me or make me guess?
Slate: Now that you mention it, what would you guess?
Fucking asshole.
Me: Nothing good.
He took his sweet ass time again but this time I knew the fucker was doing it on purpose.
Slate: One of his credit cards was used at a gas station outside Amarillo. Twelve hours ago.
Shit.
Fuck.
Texas meant he was on the move.
Heading west.
Me: Confirmed? Anyone get eyes on him?
Slate: Yep. I snuck a peek at the security video. It was him and he was there. Hasn’t used his card anywhere since.
Halloran was heading our way. I didn’t know that for sure, but from what Macy had told me about him it tracked. I didn’t know how the crooked cop had put the pieces together, but he was on the right trail and that made me nervous. If he knew or suspected where Macy was, he could be here in a matter of hours. If he didn’t, well it was just a matter of fucking time.
Macy shifted on the sofa, her gaze slamming into mine. “Is everything okay? You just got all tense.”
I knew we were all about being truthful with each other, but the past couple of days she’d started to relax. I wanted her to be happy, at least until she had to know the truth. I set the phone face down on the sofa beside me and nodded, meeting her gaze head on. “Yeah, just some MC stuff.”
She watched me quietly for a few long seconds before she nodded. Trusting me even though she knew I was keeping something from her. “Yeah, okay.” With one hand on her belly she sighed. “I think I’m gonna have to sleep off this food coma.” To punctuate her words, she let out a jaw-cracking yawn.
“Me too. Plus, it’s been a long as fuck day.”
Macy chuckled. “Look at us, celebrating until the early evening hours. Our teenage selves would be so disappointed.”
“Nah,” I said as I got to my feet, taking her hand and pulling her onto her feet. “They’d just be happy as fuck to still be together. Or together again.”
“Keep that up and you won’t get rid of me if I make it out of this alive.” Her tone was joking but it still rubbed me the wrong way.
The idea of losing Macy again? Un-fucking-thinkable. I put that shit away and joined her in the bedroom where she’d already shimmied out of those skintight leggings and slid into bed in nothing but a tank top and a pair of cotton panties that shouldn’t have been sexy. They weren’t, but that didn’t stop my eyes from ogling her ass.
Focus on Halloran, dumbass. He’s headed this way.
Macy crawled into bed with a soft smile on her lips, while I threw myself on the mattress and stared up at the ceiling. Texas was big as fuck, but it wasn’t as far from Nevada as I would’ve liked. He was traveling on the cartel’s payroll with a badge, which gave him every advantage.
“Holy shit, Drew, you’re thinking so loud I can’t even enjoy my food coma. Tell me what’s on your mind or go to sleep. Better yet, tell me and then go to sleep.”
I smiled, crooking one arm around her body and pulling her closer. “I can’t help being a deep thinker.”
She laughed. “Fine,” she sighed, settling against my side. “Just think deeply a little quieter, would ya?”
