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“Well, congratulations, ma’am!”he hollered, his tone exuberant.“Hey, Donna!How ’bout we get some more coffee over here?We’ve got a real live lawyer-to-be in our presence.Madison Adorite is in the house.”
Rhys and Wolfe both chuckled, as did Travis and Gage.
However, Madison didn’t appear to be fazed by the announcement.
Then again, if her family was really mafia, as Rhys had said, she probably wasn’t fazed by much of anything.
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By the time we were finished chatting it up at the diner, I was more confused than when I'd arrived.I had no clue what Travis’s intentions were with this whole Adorite-in-town thing.Were they looking to draw this asshole out?By dangling the mafia in his face?How the hell was that supposed to help?
There seemed to be some serious holes in this plan, but I wasn’t sure how to voice my concerns.It was as though everyone else was trying to wrap their brains around it, too.
While Rhys and Wolfe remained with Travis, Gage, and Madison, I excused myself.I had sensed Reagan’s discomfort when we first arrived, and I knew she was ready to bolt.Personally, I wasn’t all that interested in sitting around and shooting the shit right now.I had things to do, starting with getting in touch with some people who owed me some favors.
“Would you mind takin’ me to get my truck?”Reagan asked when we stepped outside.
“Sure.”I'd known this was coming, knew I couldn’t keep her at my side indefinitely.However, I couldn’t deny that I'd enjoyed spending the morning with her, sitting by her side, putting my arm around her.
“Thanks.”
I walked Reagan to the passenger-side door, opened it, then waited for her to get inside.As I was heading around to the driver’s side, my cousin appeared.
“Hey, man,” Wolfe called out.
I tilted my chin in question.“S’up?”
“We’re gonna head back to the house so Amy can talk to Madison, tell her the story.Was wonderin’ if maybe you could stop by there.She’s takin’ this really hard.It’s killin’ her that Reagan was hurt last night.”Wolfe glanced over at Reagan.“Think maybe you could talk her into comin’, too?”
“Absolutely.I’ll be wherever you need me, and I’ll tell Reagan.I’m sure she’ll wanna be there.”
“Thanks, man.”Wolfe clapped me on the shoulder.“This shit’s gonna be over with soon.Then we can all get back to normal.”
I wasn’t even sure what normal was anymore.Not for me anyway.However, I was looking forward to this shit going down once and for all.
“See ya in a few.”After a quick knuckle bump, Wolfe turned and headed back inside the diner while I sauntered to the driver’s-side door of my truck.
Once inside, I turned to Reagan.
“Wolfe asked us to come out to his place.Thought Amy would appreciate it.She’s gonna talk to that lawyer chick.”
“Of course,” Reagan said quickly.“Amy’s my friend.”
“And he said Amy’s takin’ it hard.”I nodded toward her.“The fact that you got hurt last night.”
“This ain’t her fault,” Reagan declared.
No, it wasn’t.We both knew that.But guilt could be an evil bitch, not always making sense.
“Let’s get your truck,” I told her, starting the engine.
Neither of us spoke on the short ride over to the sheriff’s department.However, there was a lot to be said once we pulled into the small lot.
“Holy shit,” Reagan hissed.“My … truck.”
Yeah.Holy shit was right.Rhys had said he’d taken Reagan’s truck over to the station, but he hadn’t bothered to mention that he’d had to have the damn thing towed.
I glanced over at Reagan.She looked on the verge of tears, but once again, the woman held them back.She was tough, always had been.It was one of the things I loved about her.One of the many things.
