Page 92 of Trusting Her Bear

“I will. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I hang up and look at the number she sent.

I have to do something. I hit the number.

“Who is this?” Bash answers.

“Steph,” I answer, trying to keep the tremble out of my voice.

“What’s wrong?”

“Where is Quinn?” I ask abruptly and cringe. I was going to work up to it.

“Are you in danger?” he asks.

“No. Well, there was a coyote outside, but Micah was taking care of it.”

“Good. They will keep you safe.”

“I don’t doubt it, but I can’t sit here and do nothing.”

“You can,” he says.

“I don’t want to,” I grit out.

“Too bad,” he grumbles.

“Excuse me?”

“He will be fine.”

“I wish everyone would stop saying that,” I snap. “What if he isn’t? What if he needs our help? How many of you went to help the lions rescue Breeane?” She told me all about it, and I know every fucking one of them came.

“Fuck,” he snarls.

“Do you know who this person is?”

“No.”

“Do you know how many are involved? We know for sure there are at least two of them.”

“If so, one of them is dead outside your house,” he points out.

“What if there are more?” My stomach is rolling. I swear I feel Quinn’s emotions. It isn’t the comforting presence I am used to.

“Marie is still with your sister. She will remain there, but I’ll call the others,” he says, resigned, and hangs up.

I jump up quickly, turn off the water, and fly to the door. Heath is standing on the other side when I open it, and I grind to a halt.

We stare at each other. He must have heard everything. I had hoped the sound of our voices was muted, at least.

“You love him?” he asks shortly.

“Yes.”

“You really mean everything you said?”

“How could you hear everything?” We have excellent hearing, but come on, with the water and wearing the earbuds, I thought it would be muffled.

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