Was that person me?
I pull my phone out again and search quick while Brendan’s still distracted talking about our plans for tomorrow.
Tanner suffered from four broken ribs, a broken jaw, and he was raped with a baseball bat.
“Someone’s getting revenge for me!” I shout, and Brendan jerks back.
“What?”
“The attack on Tanner. Someone’s getting revenge for me!”
“Rory—” He gives me that “you and your imagination” look, but I know I’m right.
“No! Someone is doing this for me.”
Brendan sighs and runs his hand through his stupid perfect dark hair.
“Maybe you’re right,” he said. “But maybe you’re wrong. It’s been six months, and I’m sure they haven’t been behaving.Sounds like these guys have gotten in trouble before, and maybe this time they finally got caught.”
“Maybe,” I concede, and I want to ask Brendan if he had anything to do with this. He’s my big brother, and it would make sense that since he couldn’t get justice for me, he’d find another way to make them pay. I shake my head at the thought.
He’s here with me, and you can’t be in two places at once.
5
LEX
“Good morning, Mr. Hart.” Judy stops me before I walk into my office. “This came in the mail for you.”
That’s odd. Normally my mail is sent to a special P.O. box or a business address.
“Here you go.” She gives me an extra-chipper smile as she hands me a postcard.
Who even sends postcards anymore, but when I look at it, I notice that it’s a picture of one of the theme park I sent Rory to.
A smile crosses my face before I clear it and thank Judy.
She gives me a knowing smirk, and I head to my office.
I don’t read it until I’ve shut the door behind me.
Dear boss,
I want to thank you for this wonderful trip. It’s been more fun than I could’ve imagined, and it makes me feel a tiny bit more like my old self. No one told me this trip was from you, but I just know it was. You seemed to know exactly what I needed to feelbetter and we’ve only met once. Hopefully we can meet again sometime soon.
Thanks again.
He didn’t sign it or mention any names, but it’s obviously from Rory.
How did he know it was me? I doubt his brother told him. So the boy is not only sweet but smart.
I need to figure out how to get him back here so I can talk with him again.
Or I need to kidnap him and lock him in my house so he can never leave. Which is a weird thought. I’m not obsessive about people, and Rory’s a man.
But his lips are perfection. Even broken and bruised they were still the most obscenely gorgeous lips I’ve ever seen, and I’ve had enough models suck me off to walk NYC Fashion Week.
Maybe I should look at his pictures again.
