"She'll text when she's ready," Rush says quietly, not looking at me.
"I know."
"Do you?Because you're staring at that phone like it personally offended you."
I pick it up, shove it in my pocket.Out of sight.Not out of mind.
Around eight, I give up pretending I'm going to be useful tonight and head to my room.I lie on the bed, fully clothed, and stare at the ceiling.
This is torture.Not knowing if she's okay.Not being able to check on her without crossing the boundaries I promised to respect.
I pull out my phone one more time.Still nothing from Enya.
But there's a message from Bozo.
Got confirmation.Declan Fahy was spotted near her building again this evening.Didn't approach.Just watched.Then left.
My blood goes cold.
He was there.Tonight.While she was home.While Warren was there.
Watching.
I'm off the bed and moving before I fully decide to.I grab my keys, my jacket, and head for the door.
Rush catches me in the hallway."Where are you going?"
"Her building.I need to see?—"
"No."He steps in front of me."You need to calm the fuck down first.You can't go charging over there looking like you're about to kill someone.You'll scare her."
"He was there, Rush.Tonight.Watching her."
"I know.And we've got eyes on it now.If he comes back, we'll know.But you storming over there in the middle of the night isn't going to help anyone."
I want to argue.Want to push past him and go anyway.
But he's right.
I force myself to breathe.To think.To not let emotion override logic.
"Tomorrow," I say finally."I'm going tomorrow and checking on her whether she wants me to or not."
"Fair enough.But tonight, you stay here, get your head right, and trust that we've got her covered."
I nod slowly.I hate every second of it, but I nod.
Rush claps me on the shoulder."She's safe, Tank.I promise."
I go back to my room and sit on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands.
Declan Fahy was outside her building tonight, close enough to watch her windows.Close enough to make his presence known.
And she has no idea I know.No idea the club's watching.No idea how close I am to losing control and hunting this fuck down myself.
My phone buzzes.For a second, hope flares.Maybe it's her.Maybe she's reaching out.
But it's just Bozo again.Car's gone.Street's clear.She's safe for tonight.
