Page 47 of Rebel
“What about Kinsley?”
My heart pounds and I look away from her, which is the worst possible thing I could have done. “What about her?”
“Who’s looking out for her?”
“Nero will keep an eye on things.”
“Hmm.”
“What does that mean?”
Her head cocks to the side, and I make the mistake of making eye contact. “I’m not blind.”
“We’re done here.”
“River.”
“Nope.”
“I promise I’ll stay away from the bar if you promise you’ll stay away from her.”
“What do you think is going to happen to her if I don’t? Which I intend to do,” I add on.
This conversation isnot happening.
“Good luck with that,” I point to where the loud music is coming from. “Stay local.”
“Fine,” she slaps her thighs and gets up.
Before I can dodge out of the way, she pulls me into a hug, wrapping her arms around my waist. I throw one arm over her shoulder, pat her back, and pull away. She wants to tell me to be careful, but she is superstitious about stuff like that.
My sister might be a pain in the ass, but she understands if I show up at her place and ask her to listen, then it is serious. I don’t need to worry about her.
And I sure as hell can’t afford to be worrying about anyone else.
Chapter Thirteen
Kinsley
“I promised I would tell you, and I’m doing that.”
“How do you feel?”
“Peachy.”
Colt should be irritated at my evasive and petulant tone, but he’s used to me. “What did Detective Beaumont say?
“They’ve put in another appeal. A judge is reviewing it.”
“It could go back to court?”
My shoulder lifts in a half-hearted shrug. “It was a courtesy call. Even if the judge agrees to the appeal, it will take months to get through the system.”
“That’s not very reassuring.” His fist tightens on his mug. His eyes close briefly as he pulls himself together. “We’ll do whatever it takes to make sure it’s thrown out.”
“They have more money than we do.”
“We have the law on our side.”
