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I don’t think about it. I rise up on my knees on the couch and massage Dante’s neck. His low groan vibrates through my hands and floods me with awareness. Which can just calm the fuck down. Now isn’t the time.
An unsettling feeling creeps over me. Tom’s trouble might be real trouble and not him ghosting some clingy woman or needing time away from everything.
“Can we look into this client? Isn’t Beth back from vacation?” I look at each of them again.
“She emailed that she’s sick and needs a few more days.” Finn doesn’t sound like he believes her excuse.
“She knew what Tom knew about this new client?” I meet Dante’s cool blue eyes and he nods. “If they came after us at the townhouse, they could’ve come for her too. What if they’re holding her hostage? What if they sent the email?”
“This isn’t a drama, trouble. Yes, there are bad people in this world, but generally, they aren’t busy kidnapping women and chasing down accountants.” Wyatt scrubs a hand over his face. “Maybe Tom overreacted.”
My pulse quickens. Hope may not be an accountant, but she was kidnapped. What if Beth is in that situation because of whatever Tom did. If Madison hadn’t gone to help her, who knows what those psychos would have done to Hope.
“Then who tossed Tom’s and Sara’s rooms at the townhouse?” Dante pulls me onto his lap. His hand smooths over my back.
“We should check on Beth. What about the guy in black watching me?” I can’t help but think about him and the creeps he gave me.
“Maybe it’s unrelated?” Wyatt runs his hand through his hair. “Tom would have come to us if it had to do with a client. He wouldn’t let our business burn if he knew something illegal was happening.”
We all want to believe Tom would do the right thing. That he would be the better man and just go to the authorities if something seemed fishy. We fall quiet as we all stew in our own thoughts.
“Things we know.” Finn sits across from us on the ottoman. “Tom left. He left strange messages for Sara and for us, wanting us to protect her. Saying she was in danger, maybe. Sara has seen a man in black watching her house and at a bar she frequents. Her room and Tom’s room were ransacked.”
“By a professional,” Dante adds. “The security system wasn’t tripped and none of the cameras caught them. It was a message. They could get to her if they wanted to.”
I shiver and he rubs my arm, drawing me in closer to him.
Wyatt shakes his head. “We’re not going to figure out anything tonight. Let me try to reach out to Tom again.”
My gaze meets his dark eyes. I don’t think he’ll have any luck, but maybe. I can try sending him an email. Tom and I have secret email addresses that only the two of us know. Tom made them after the first time he disappeared for a week.
I’ve checked it daily for new messages but there’s been nothing. If I tell him what’s happening, maybe he’ll get back to me or one of the guys.
Wyatt holds his hand out to me. “Come on, trouble. Let’s get you to bed.”
Chapter 24
Opening Bell
Wyatt
I wake up to Sara snuggled against me. And no Finn.
Unlike Dante, I knew to lock the door if I wanted to keep Sara to myself. And I’m glad I did. Her cheek rests over my heart. Her hand holds my waist. She’s thrown a leg over mine and her nightgown has ridden up over her hips.
As tempted as I am to fuck her, I pulled her into my bedroom because I knew she needed a break. And she doesn’t seem inclined to make it happen herself.
I stretch beneath her and she curls up on me. Her lips part and she releases a breath across my skin. I brush her hair off her face but she’s still fast asleep.
Last night, I checked to make sure she didn’t have on panties and then told her to go to sleep. She fell asleep after a while but my mind couldn’t shut off. What the hell was Tom thinking?
All I can hope is that he didn’t know what he was getting into until he was too deep. But why run? Why not talk to us? And what were they looking for in his parents’ townhome? Was it just a ploy to show they could get to Sara? Or was there something Tom took that they wanted?
I grab my phone, unwilling to get out of bed and disrupt Sara quite yet. My text conversation with Tom has been one-sided lately. That doesn’t mean he isn’t reading it. If I told him about me and Sara, would he come back?
I could take a picture of her right now, asleep on my chest. Would he blow up? Probably. But would that also blow us up? Undoubtedly. Tom and me. Sara and me. Tom would make sure she never looked at me the same again.
This can’t end yet. Sara was never meant to be mine. I came to terms with that long ago, but now that I have her... I just want to hold her for a while longer. Fuck her, tease her, make her beg for me. Work her out of my system. Then I’ll admit defeat and let her fall into Drew Young’s arms. Because while he may not be perfect for Sara, he’s a much better candidate than I am.
