In fact, it was theexactfantasy I'd had for the past decade.
Rhys
I stood in the parking lot of my sister’s bar.Well, what used to be her bar.Now it was nothing more than charred remains in the middle of the parking lot.Every single thing was gone, nothing salvageable with the exception of the fire-proof safe that had been in the wall in her office.Sure, it had melted somewhat, but it was still intact.
“We need to bring Billy Watson in for questioning,” Dean said from beside me.“And this guy she said hit on her tonight.”
I knew that neither of those men was responsible for this.Sure, Billy Watson was an asshole, but he wasn’t so much of one that he would try to kill three people.As for the other guy … I didn’t know him, but I seriously doubted being turned down by a woman would have him rigging the propane tank to blow.
However, it wasn’t like I could tell Dean that the top suspect was the fucking Houston police chief.Kelly Jackson.A goddamn psychopath who was hell-bent on destroying Amy and anyone else who got in his way.
Turning to Dean, I nodded.“Do that.Bring them in first thing in the mornin’.”
While Dean questioned them, I would be checking in with Ryan Trexler and Zachariah Tavoularis.They’d be able to get me some real answers.
And if we were all lucky, we’d soon have Kelly Jackson’s head on a fucking platter.
Wolfe
“Where’s Rhys?”Amy asked as soon as I stepped into the bedroom.
“He’ll be here in a bit,” I told her.“I’ll wait up for him, I promise.But you need to sleep.”
I was pretty sure I'd said that at least a dozen times since we got back to the house.
“I can’t sleep,” she said, her tone soft.
She sounded exhausted and I imagined she was.It had been a rather eventful night.My entire world had come crashing down when the bar exploded.My only thought had been keeping Amy safe.And I'd thought my world hadendedwhen I found her crumpled on the floor unconscious.Thank God Reagan had some sense to get that damn shotgun, because my brain had gone offline, a blinding rage having taken over, making it impossible to think when the only thing I wanted to do was kill that bastard with my bare fucking hands.
Knowing Amy wasn’t going to give in to sleep until Rhys was back, I shot him a quick text, stripped my clothes off, and crawled into bed with the woman I loved.
“Come here, darlin’,” I whispered, pulling her to me.
When she settled against my side, her head on my chest, I wrapped my arms tightly around her.
“I love you,” I whispered in the dark.
“I love you, too.So much.I’m so sorry th?—”
“Shh, baby.”Pressing my lips to her forehead, I tightened my hold.“Don’t apologize for anything.We’ll stop him, I promise you that.”
“How?”
“Trust me.”I didn’t have a plan yet, but I'd already put in a call to my cousin.Travis told me to give him until morning and he’d have something set up.It was time to put a stop to this bullshit once and for all.And if Travis couldn’t help, then I would get Lynx and we’d come up with something.
“Do you think Reagan’s all right?”Amy asked.
“I texted Lynx earlier.He said she was sleepin’.I’m sure she’s fine.”
“But her bar…” Amy’s arm tightened across my chest.
“We’ll rebuild it,” I assured her.“That’s what we do.”
“I just can’t believe he would do that.”The pain in her voice was so powerful I wanted to erase it completely.
“He’s crazy,” I told her.That was the understatement of the fucking century.
“I want to talk to that reporter tomorrow,” she whispered, her words slurring with her exhaustion.
