Page 57 of Unstoppable Love

“Regina called the cops last night? Even risking you’d come?”

She hated him. I was the only one who knew why, and my lips were fucking sealed. But ever since Regina took over, she’d never called the cops to handle an issue. Not that there were many.

“Brant Miller didn’t like the way Jimmy Morton was looking at his girl, and that’s all I can say. Except when I left, Jimmy was drying out in the drunk tank.”

“Should have run him over with your cruiser before taking him in.”

Isaiah chuckled. I didn’t. Knowing Jimmy was bothering another woman made that rage from a month ago rise up. “Speaking of Jimmy, Ava ever tell you the shit he did to her?”

“What the fuck? What do you mean?”

Ah, there was the “Zaiah Rage” I was so familiar with. He was laid-back and a goofball and a party animal and a male slut, but when he got pissed, he didn’t hold it back.

“What the fuck do you mean?” he asked again.

“Not sure. But you know that night Ava was here and then she and Lydia took off to Denver?”

“Yeah, I figured it was because she was pissed at you.”

“Yeah, but before she got pissed at me, I caught Jimmy cornering her in the hall of the bar. And she was freaked.”

“And you didn’t fucking say anything that night because…?”

“Because you’d just gotten off shift, weren’t even there yet, and I handled it. He took off to Whiskey Mixer, and well, Ava took off.”

“I gotta know this shit. He’s getting worse. Fucking hell. I think every woman in town right now is afraid to be anywhere near him. And I swear, he hurts any woman in this town—and we all know he’s a piece of shit—but if no one comes forward and reports it and brushes it off because he’s always been a sleazeball, then we can’t do anything.”

I hadn’t thought of that. The incident between them was minor and made Ava uncomfortable. It’d also been a month. I didn’t figure there was much to do.

“I’ll call her. At least get her to make a statement. If we can start piling these up, maybe we’ll figure out if something else has happened.”

“I’ll talk to Ava,” I said.

“The fuck you will.”

“Listen, you gotta keep your shit. Because this goes way back. And I’m not getting into specifics with you, but I’m thinking it’s not the first time Jimmy’s scared her. I think it happened back in school, and I’m not sure that’s all he did back then, but she won’t talk to me about it, so I don’t know much. But I’ll be back on Saturday. I’ll talk to her then.”

“You want me to sit on this all week? You fucking high?”

“What I wanted was for you to know what happened more recently so you can keep an eye on her since I’m not around much now to do it.”

“How in the fuck is this going to work anyway? You and her. You’ve got your season…”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“She won’t leave, Cam. Not now that she’s back here. You gotta think about it.”

“Trust me, Zaiah. It’s all I’ve been thinking about for longer than you want to know.”

“Shit,” he muttered. “Anything else I need to know before I take my morning shit, or can I get to that?”

I chuckled. “Take your shit. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Next time, make sure it’s after noon.”

He hung up. I scrubbed a hand down my face.

I’d considered people in town would see my truck at Ava’s last night, but I hadn’t expected everyone to already know it was her house or for word to get out so quickly.

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