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When they finished, the server returned and they settled up. Addison paid for Hawk and Rebel’s meal, then they made their way toward the front of the restaurant. As they passed Leslie, Jacqueline glanced over. While she should stop and say hello to her sister, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
Her thoughts were too focused on Janey… and on what could have been her own fate.
Outside, darkness surrounded them. Within seconds, Hawk and his friend pulled up alongside them.
After introducing Jacqueline to Rebel, they walked her to her ALPHA SUV.
“Glad to see you’re in a fleet vehicle,” Hawk said.
“Prescott put me in it,” she replied before hugging Addison. “Love you, sis.”
“Love you more,” Addison replied.
“Hey, I’m just curious,” Jacqueline said. “Is your dad allergic to dogs?”
“Not that I know of,” Addison replied. “Why?”
“I was thinking of getting one and I was concerned about the shedding.”
“Do you want me to ask him?” Addison asked.
“That’s okay. I might be moving out anyway.”
“Prescott mentioned you’re getting a puppy,” Hawk offered.
“Do you talk to your brother a lot?” Jacqueline asked.
“Every day.” As Hawk clasped Addison’s hand, he winked at her.
He knows.
As she drove to Asylum, she thought about Janey. Within seconds, the fear crept back in, then the guilt. Her normal pattern of behavior was to redirect her thoughts to work. When she did that, Prescott’s handsome face and rock-hard body jumped to the forefront. If Z found out they’d hooked up, he’d ship her ass back to San Fran.
I’m not going back. I love it here and I want to stay.
Then, prove it by solving the damn case.
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ASYLUM
Prescott
Prescott tipped the Glenfiddich whiskey into his mouth. After savoring the luxury liquor, he swallowed it down. “This is fantastic.”
He and Dakota were relaxing in the Luck’s screened-in porch while Ethan and Graham played nearby. The guys had helped them set up a very large track so they could run the toddler-sized vehicles across them. Prescott was relieved that the boys had taken so quickly to each other.
“You can play with that,” Graham said. “That’s my favorite.”
Ethan held it out. “It’s okay. I can play with this one.” He handed Graham the yellow truck and picked up the red one.
Graham began zooming it around.
“Gray-Gray,” Dakota said, “what do you say to Ethan?”
“Thank you!”
Providence entered the room, their daughter, Sammy by her side. “Daddy, can I have a sleepover too?”
