Page 66 of Hard to Hold
“Yo! Where the hell you at, Wolfe?”
Shit.
I lowered Amy to her feet knowing Lynx would come directly upstairs looking for me. The last thing I wanted was for the man to find us like this. Not that I really gave a shit, but I wasn’t interested in Lynx giving me shit for the rest of my life. Which he would.
“I should get back to work.” Amy glanced around the room as though looking for something to do. “Crap.”
“What?”
“No way he’s gonna think we were working.”
Nope, he wouldn’t.
Amy’s head snapped up, her eyes meeting mine. “Next time you wanna make out like teenagers, let’s make sure to do it in my office. That way I can at least pretend to be doing something productive when we get caught.”
I laughed. “Yes, ma’am.”
I would definitely remember for next time.
Rhys
I hadn’t heard from my sister all damn day although I'd texted her twice and tried to call her once. On my way home, I decided to stop by the bar to check on her, but I found it closed up tight.
As I was sitting in the parking lot, another car pulled in. I glanced in my side-view mirror to see Amy pulling up beside me. She got out of the car and walked around to my side of the truck after looking at the door and seeing the same Closed sign I saw.
I rolled down my window. “Hey.”
“Hi.” She smiled, her eyes softening as she looked at me. She rested her hands on the door. “I came to check on her. I’ve been worrying about her all day.”
“Yeah. Me, too.”
“Where do you think she is?”
I shrugged, glancing back up at the door. “At home, most likely. She’s done this before when she and Billy get into it.”
“He’s an asshole.”
My eyes slammed into her face, my laugh rumbling out of me. I hadn’t expected that to come out of Amy’s sweet mouth. “That he is.”
She leaned back, her fingers still curled over the door. “Well, I don’t know where she lives, so I can’t very well go check on her. But if you are, I guess?—”
“Hop in,” I said, nodding toward the passenger door. “We can go together. Maybe she won’t kick my ass if you’re there.”
Amy’s face lit up. She released the truck and hurried around to the passenger side. When she was in and buckled, I pulled out of the parking lot and headed south on the main road through town.
“I know it’s none of my business, but…” Amy fidgeted with her hands in her lap.
“What?” I glanced over at her briefly, then turned my gaze back to the road.
“Have they been together long?”
I nodded. “Eight years or so, I guess.”
“They’re not married, right?”
“Nope.” That was the only good thing about their relationship.
“Does he hit her?”
