Page 98 of The Lucky Heart (Jamison Valley 3)
I needed Sabrina in my life. She loved me for me and I loved her for her. We confided in one another. We always told each other when jeans gave us mom butt. We were going to be nursing-home roommates. We were a pair.
Silas kissed the top of my head. “You won’t lose her. I’ll make sure of it, but babe, she can’t stay here. I don’t want her anywhere near you until this blows over.”
“She has nowhere else to go. We can’t just kick her out. Can’t we think of something?”
He answered by pulling out his phone from his pocket.
“Who are you calling?”
“Reinforcements.”
The first to arrive after Silas got off the phone was Maisy with a sleeping Coby in her arms. Our next guest was my brother toting his gun and Gigi’s massive first-aid kit. Lastly, Beau Holt arrived wearing the same angry frown as Jess.
Even if he was grumpy, my brother’s presence eased a lot of my worries. I was confident that between Silas, Jess and Beau, we could come up with a plan to keep Sabrina out of the Federovs’ grasp.
“When are the women of this town going to stop causing so much trouble?” Jess asked as we stood around and waited for Sabrina to come out of the shower.
“I’m telling Gigi you said that,” Maisy said, joining us in the kitchen.
Jess grumbled and rubbed the b
ack of his neck. “Shit. Thought you were upstairs.”
“Is Coby still asleep?” I asked.
She nodded. “He could sleep through an earthquake.” Turning to Silas, she asked, “Where’s my patient?”
“She’s in the bathroom. When she comes out, can you take a look at her face and ribs?”
“No problem.” She started inspecting the contents of the first-aid kit. Maisy had once been a nurse, but after being kidnapped, held captive and nearly killed in the hospital, she’d given up her career to take over Prescott’s motel.
“Thanks for coming to help,” I said. Luckily, Maisy had been willing to come over so we hadn’t had to call over a pregnant Gigi.
“No problem. I’m glad to be—”
She stopped talking when the bathroom door opened. Everyone’s eyes swung to the hallway as Sabrina limped out and came right to my side.
“Sabrina, this is my brother, Jess. Remember I told you he’s also the Jamison County sheriff?”
“Hi,” she said dismissively and turned to me with a frown. “Did you forget in the last thirty minutes that I was in hiding? Who are these people? And you brought in a cop? We can’t report any of this.”
“Don’t worry,” Jess said. “I’m off the record.”
She relaxed a bit so I continued introductions. “This is Maisy Holt. She used to be a nurse so she’s going to take a look at your injuries.”
“Thanks,” Sabrina told her. “I’d appreciate that.”
Lastly, I introduced Beau. “And this is Beau Holt, Maisy’s brother. We were in high school together.”
Sabrina tipped her head way back to meet Beau’s stern scowl. She was a couple of inches shorter than me, which meant he stood almost a foot above her. “Nice to meet you,” she said but his face didn’t soften. Sabrina assumed a scowl of her own and asked, “I get why the cop and the nurse are here, but what’s your role in all of this, Goliath?”
“Sabrina,” I hissed.
“What?” She feigned innocence.
Before we could start debating the appropriateness of her affinity for nicknames, Silas interjected. “Beau’s here to help figure out where we can stash you for a while.”
“Stash me?” Sabrina asked. “I thought I could just hide out at Felicity’s place.”
