“Hey,” I said, pulling her attention over to me.“You can take my truck until we can get yours…” I let that drift off because the charred front end of her truck didn’t look as though it was going to be repairable.
“No,” she insisted.“I can’t do that, Lynx.What’ll you drive?”
“My old man’s truck,” I told her quickly.“Ain’t like he’s usin’ it.”I grinned, trying to ease some of the tension.“Trust me, it’s no hardship.I happen to be quite fond of that truck.”
She took a deep breath, met my eyes, then nodded slightly.“For a few days, maybe.I’d really appreciate it.”
I wanted to tell her I'd do any-damn-thing for her.
“Let’s head to Wolfe’s then,” I said, backing out of the parking lot.“And I’ll have Wolfe run me over to get it.”
Reagan didn’t say anything and I wasn’t expecting her to, so when she unbuckled her seat belt and shifted over to the middle seat, I found myself holding my breath.
And when she reached over and took my hand, linking our fingers together, I forgot how to breathe altogether.It got even worse when she leaned her head over and rested it on my shoulder.
“Thank you,” she whispered.“For bein’ my friend.”
Friend.
Right.
I didn’t bother to tell her that being her friend was only the beginning.
ChapterSeventeen
Reagan
“Jesus Christ,” Wolfe groaned roughly.
I knew just how he felt.
Every damn time they heard Amy’s story, it was as horrific as the first time.
“Son of a bitch,” Gage growled, pushing open the screen door and stepping outside.
I didn’t move from my spot beside Amy; I didn’t let go of the woman’s hand.I hated that she had to continue to go through this over and over.It was bullshit and we all knew it.What we should’ve been doing was getting that bastard to show his face.Get him to come out on the Caine property, where we could rightfully take care of him once and for all.
Except that wasn’t the right thing to do, even if it was what everyone was thinking.
This bastard was crazy.
“And the night the detective came out?”Madison inquired, still all business.“She was in a fatal crash?”
“That’s correct,” Rhys told her, his gaze set somewhere outside through the large pane window.I figured he was trying to erase the mental images now swarming his head, the hell Amy had been through at the hands of a madman.
“And someone tried to break into Amy’s house,” Lynx noted.“Reagan was there.Alone.”
Yeah, I tried not to think about that one.Every time I did, I wondered what would’ve happened if that asshole had come into the house.I would’ve shot first and asked questions later, I knew that much.That was what my daddy had taught me to do.If they came into the house uninvited, they knew the consequences.
However, that didn’t mean I wouldn’t have to deal with the repercussions of my actions.Protecting myself was one thing; the thought of actually shooting someone was entirely different.And not something I wanted to dwell on.
“And then the bar?”Madison continued to watch Rhys.“Do you have any leads on that one?”
He raised an eyebrow and pinned her with an angry glare.
“You know assumptions won’t hold up in court,” she stated in that business-like tone she’d held on to since she arrived.
“No, they won’t.”Rhys dropped his eyes to the floor.“And no, we don’t have any solid evidence that leads back to him.We have ruled out other suspects, though.”
