The buttery soft leather beneath Lucky cradled her in comfort as she drove Hawk’s way too expensive Range Rover to his office. Damon had picked him up this morning, so she could use his car to get to work. She’d managed a six hour day in her office, updating schedules, paying bills, finalizing payroll for the week, and checking in with all of her employees, without being too tired. Her strength and stamina were getting better.
And yay! No more stitches. Though her scars still gave her chills and reminded her of the ordeal she’d been through.
Hawk suggested she talk to his psychiatrist. She had an appointment with him next week. She wanted to be the best version of herself for Hawk. And she wanted to finally put the past behind her, even though Neil was still out there, taunting her, trying to kill her. Her frustration and anger had to go somewhere and maybe talking about how unfair and maddening it was that no one seemed to be able to stop him would help.
Well, maybe she’d get some answers today.
Jase had asked her to come down to the station—he had some information about Neil and the case. She hoped it was good news, that they finally had some evidence to put him away again.
Her heart sank a little as her doomsday brain taunted her with thoughts of how long this had been going on and how he kept getting away with it.
Would today finally be the day he was caught?
She hoped so. But first she was stopping by Hawk’s office to see if he’d go with her.
He always said, anything she needed, he’d be there. Well, she was going to try to lean on him. It wasn’t her way. She’d been alone a long time. She’d never really counted on anyone. But she knew Hawk wanted to be a part of stopping Neil and making her safe.
She just wanted him by her side.
She pulled into the lot outside of Gunn Brothers Distillery and parked the car several spaces away from any other cars. It made her nervous that she’d ding the door, or someone would scratch it trying to get into their car.
I’m being ridiculous. It’s just a car. He won’t dump me if I scratch it. Right?
Her stomach knotted. “Hawk loves you more than the car,” she reminded herself.
Holding onto that thought, she remembered to lock the door and headed toward the building, hoping she’d see him right away and she wouldn’t have to talk to anyone else.
She opened the door to the building and stared at the Gunn Brothers Distillery logo above the reception desk along with their motto. “If you want it, go after it Gunns blazing!”
“It’s the family motto,” the perky receptionist with the wavy blonde hair, pouty lips, a sophisticated blazer over her ample chest replied.
The motto seemed to suit the brothers—at least Hawk and Lincoln. She had yet to meet Damon, but his reputation as a go-getter, party boy, and ladies’ man preceded him.
Hawk hadn’t gone after her like that, until he’d found her in the woods and made up his mind that she wasn’t getting away. Then he’d been all in.
He loves me.
It still felt so amazing, surreal, and too good to be true.
“Can I help you?” The receptionist stared, her gaze impatient, making Lucky nervous.
“Um. Can you tell me where Hawk’s office is?”
“Do you have an appointment?”
“No. I need to ask him something.”
“I can take a message.”
“I need to see him.”
“Last I heard, he was in the warehouse. Non-employees are not allowed back there. If you’d like to leave your number, I’ll have him contact you.”
“I can wait in his office for him to come back.” He probably wouldn’t be that long. She could send him a text and let him know she was here. But first she’d give this one more shot. “Um. Yeah. I’m Lucky.”
“Good for you. I hope some will rub off on me.”
“No. My name is Lucky.”
