Chapter 11
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“What the hell are youtwo doing here?”
Brynnon watched an angry Grant march down the broken sidewalk toward her. Derek was right. The guy was not happy to see them there.
“Cool your jets, big guy,” she told him. “And don’t be mad at Derek. I made him bring me.”
Grant’s gray eyes shot to his teammate. “Shemadeyou?”
“What can I say?” The other man shrugged. “Your gal made a good argument.”
When Grant opened his mouth, no doubt to lay into Derek, Brynnon slid between the two men. “Derek told me my father admitted the threat was against me not him. With everything that’s happened, I think it’s pretty clear whoever sent it means business.”
Lips she’d had the pleasure of tasting pressed together as Grant’s nostrils began to flare. “Which is exactly why you shouldn’t be here.”
Yep. He’s mad.Well, he wasn’t the only one.
“I have a right to question him.”
The handsome man looked back at her as if she were crazy. “Are you even listening to yourself? The man is trying to kill you, and you want to just what? Stroll right on up and knock on his goddamn door?” He shook his head. “No. Not happening.” To Derek, he ordered, “Take her back to the condo.”
Brynnon knew Grant’s overbearing bossiness stemmed from concern for her. But as sweet as it was, she wasn’t giving up. Her gut was telling her she needed to talk with Charles Wright.
Straightening her shoulders, Brynnon lifted her chin. “First, we don’t know for sure he’s the one who sent the threats or tried to run me over. Second, I’m going in there, whether you like it or not.”
Resting his hands on his narrow hips, he leaned down until they were nearly nose-to-nose. “Like hell.”
Refusing to back down, Brynnon looked him right in the eye. “Charles Wright approached me for a reason.”
“Yeah, because the guy’s fucked in the head and wants to kill you to get back at your dad.”
“I don’t think so.” When he started to argue again, she quickly explained why it would be a good idea to let her stay. “Look, just listen to me for a second, okay? I did a lot of thinking while you were gone. You’re right. Someone is trying to use me as revenge for what they believe my dad did, but if Wright truly wanted to kill me, why didn’t he do it at the hospital?”
“She has a point,” Derek gave his two cents, something Grant didn’t appreciate.
He zeroed in on his friend. “You’re kidding me. You seriously think this is a good idea?”
“Fuck, no.” Derek made a face. “I think it’s a terrible idea.”
“See?” Grant raised an arrogant brow her way.
“But—” Derek interjected— “I also think she’s right. At least, about Wright. I watched the tape from the hospital. He had more than enough time to kill Brynnon. Hell, Wright was close enough to her the guy could’ve easily stabbed her and walked away before you ever came around that corner. But he never even laid a hand on her. Why?”
