CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Noa
Caymen’s dramatic entrance wasn’t what caught me completely off guard.
Nope.
That would be my father coming in directly after with a gun in his hand and two more in holsters.
Caymen… went to my father?
I couldn’t decide if I was more shocked, happy, or horrified about that.
My dad watched as Caymen slammed his fist into Lance’s face over and over, nodded, then made a beeline for me.
“Hey, baby girl,” he greeted me in that gruff tone of his. But I could hear the thickness of emotion behind it. “I met your fella.” He reached out, gently peeling back the bandage on my arm to check out the wound.
“I, um, see that. How?”
“He tracked me down when nothing else was working. We geared up and headed back to Miami. When he showed me the sketch of your attacker.”
“You knew it was him, huh?” I asked as he prodded around my wound.
“Might be older now, but he looks roughly the same.”
“How’d you find us?”
“Have a tracker on his car.”
“You… what? Wait, you’ve known his whereabouts?”
“Since the day I kicked him out, yeah.”
“But why?”
“Because I didn’t want him near you. I didn’t know you had been targeted, or I might have thought to check the tracking history sooner. Once I did, it brought us right here.”
“He said he’s been stalking me.”
“I should have paid closer attention. Now. And back then.”
“Hey, let’s not. I just went down memory lane with Lance. I don’t want to do it again.”
“Get that,” he agreed as the sounds of fists hitting flesh and grunts of pain filled the room. “This needs to be looked at.” He reached up, grabbing my chin, then turning my head side to side. “That’s not too bad.”
“No, he knew exactly how to make me pass out without leaving too much damage.”
His face darkened at that, since we both knew where he learned that skill.
“Your wrists and ankles might need some saline too. How’re your feet?”
“Sore.”
“Ankle?”
“Even worse.”
It was impressive how well your body could compartmentalize pain when you needed it to. It wasn’t until I knew that I was safe that it started to throb, swell, and scream again.
