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She sighed. Home. With Kent.
That sounded absolutely perfect.
EPILOGUE
“Daddy!” Abby rushed towards the door as Kent came through into the hotel room. She jumped and he caught her as she wrapped her legs and arms around him.
“Somebody is pleased to see me,” Kent said warmly.
“Probably just happy I’m no longer in charge,” Bain said dryly as he stood and stretched, putting down the book he’d been reading.
Kent raised an eyebrow as he set her down? “Problems?”
She wrinkled her nose and glared at Bain. “The manny is being an old grump as usual.”
Bain made a low, rumbly noise.
“Now, baby, you know the manny doesn’t like being called grumpy.”
“I hate you both,” Bain told them. “She’s mad at me because she opened the hotel door without my permission and I sent her to her room for half an hour.”
“You did what?” Kent growled down at her.
“It was room service. I ordered it.” She bit her thumbnail. “Sorry.”
“More of an apology than I got,” Bain said.
Kent rested his hands on her shoulders. “You know these rules aren’t because Bain or I want to be mean. They’re to keep you safe.”
“I know, I just forgot. I’m sorry.”
“Not just me you owe an apology to, is it?” Kent said sternly.
She turned to the large, grumpy man. “Sorry, Bain.”
The big man nodded.
“Bain, can you give us a while?” Kent asked.
She got a shiver of trepidation at his tone. The big man just walked into his room without another word. They had a suite with a living room and two bedrooms with attached bathrooms. Kent led her over to a sofa.
“Sit down, baby.” He sounded worried. Concerned.
She sat with an inelegant plop. “What is it? Is something wrong? Is it Max?”
He crouched in front of her. “Corbin found him. I’m so sorry, baby. There’s no easy way to say this...”
“He’s dead, isn’t he?”
Kent nodded. “Yes, sweet girl. He’s in a morgue in Seattle. They must have found him somehow. I’m so sorry.”
“Oh God. Oh God.” Numbness filled her. “How long has he been dead? What happened to him?”
“His body was found out by Beaver Lake. It had been dumped there.”
She placed her hand over her mouth. “I feel ill.”
He hastily stood and picked her up and raced her to the bathroom where she lost the burger she’d ordered from room service earlier. Kent held her gently, kept her hair back for her and when she was finished, he wiped her face gently with a wet cloth and handed her a toothbrush.
