“Fair enough. I deserve that.”
“Lighten up, people. There’s nothing a little bit more alcohol can’t cure. Besides, we’ve got strippers waiting to give a certain groom a lap dance,” Stan, one of the groomsmen, added with a playful grin.
Chapter Twelve
Grace slidinto the SUV while debating on calling it a night and letting Sam enjoy time with his brothers and the other guys. He didn’t need her with him. There wouldn’t be any other women that she needed to keep away from Sam, except maybe a stripper or two, and Sam was capable of thwarting advances.
Her phone rang, and she slipped it out of her purse and glanced at the caller ID to find Aunt Betty calling. She never called unless she’d had a vision or someone was in trouble. Grace answered and pressedthe phone to her ear, holding her breath that the apocalypse wasn’t upon them.
“Hey, Aunt Betty. You better not be calling me with bad news.”
“Actually, I’m calling to tell you that the jet is at the airport for whenever you’re ready to leave,” Betty said against the sounds of the bar in the background.
“I didn’t ask for the jet. Sam has his, and how in the world do you know where I am?” Grace asked, ignoring Sam’s questioning looks.
“You’re going to need it, doll. Trust me.”
Grace turned her gaze to the passing fields and lowered her voice. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“I can’t say. Your sisters made me promise. But we both know I don’t take orders from anyone. You should leave now. Make him take you to the airport. Hell, bring him back with you. Nothing good is going to come out of you staying in Texas for another minute.”
“Aunt Betty, just tell me what you saw.” Grace knocked Sam’s arm. “Stop the car. I need a minute.”
Sam pulled over to the shoulder, and Grace jumped out of the SUV and started pacing. “Start talking.”
“Sam is going to get hurt, and if you stay, so are you.”
Her words had Grace stopping in her tracks. “Like our hearts broken or physically hurt? Which are you talking about?”
“Both. So just get on the plane, Grace. I promised your momma that I wouldn’t let you girls get hurt again after what happened with Cara. So, get on the damn plane, Grace.”
Grace turned toward the SUV and met Sam’s questioning gaze.
“I can’t, Aunt Betty. I have to see this through. Deep down in my gut, call it my intuition or whatever you want, I know I have to see this through. My future depends on it.”
Aunt Betty’s voice turned serious. “You won’t have a future if you aren’t careful, Grace.”
“And Sam? What happens to him if he stays?”
“Grace, do you have wax buildup in your ears? Let me be perfectly clear. If Sam and you stay, one or both of you are going to the hospital with a gunshot wound. Get the hell out of that godforsaken town, or I’m calling in my favors and sending an agent with the FBI to escort your stubborn ass back home.”
“How long do I have?”
“You need to be gone before the sun rises.”
“His brother is getting married. Sam isn’t going to leave,” Grace said to placate her aunt. “But I’ll work on him.”
Grace hung up and spun back to the SUV to find Sam leaning against the passenger door. “Everything okay?”
“No.” Grace shook her head. “What kind of chance do I have of getting you to leave Texas with me tonight?”
“Why? What’s wrong?”
“That was my Aunt Betty. There’s no easy way to tell you this, but we’re in danger.”
“What kind of danger?”
“The kind you don’t walk away from. She wants us to leave.”
