Page 112 of Icy Cold Death

He wanted to make sure she was okay, and that Victoria had backup. She was going to be working this case with Bishop, and it felt weird for her to be going solo.

Well, solo without him.

They were partners, and now, she was on her own.

As for his plan, it was to finish up here, handle the last few things that were work related, and then do what a husband had to do.

As in go to the airport.

Yeah, he was going to find his wife, hug her, and see if she was, indeed, okay.

Since this was going to be volatile, he told each sister a different time to show up so that he could keep them apart until he figured out what needed to be done.

First up was Lianna, the prodigal sister.

Her kids were in the daycare, and he was going to have a ‘come to Jesus talk’ with her.

It was about time.

She wasn’t innocent, and Lianna had to bear some of the weight of what was coming.

She did some major damage.

Their sister wrecked four lives with her choices.

By stealing her sister’s man, taking what was not hers, she ruined her and Claire’s worlds—granted it was only temporarily for her sister.

Then, to pull in more victims, she had two kids with the asshole, and ruined theirs too.

Julian had to be the big brother.

It stopped here.

If Lianna was going to be part of their family, she had to play by the rules that were going to be set into place. That meant not doing douchey shit to piss off your siblings.

Like steal husbands.

Hell!

No stealing wives either.

Rules were rules.

And if Julian even saw her smile at Beckett—in a way that was questionable, he was pulling the plug on her employment with them.

Once bitten.

Twice shy.

He wasn’t playing.

There was too much at stake, and honestly, the Littlemoon men would raise some hell. Beckett, even though he doubted he’d ever stray, would be a dead brother-in-law walking.

At the tap at the door, he knew who it would be. It appeared that it was time.

“Come in,” he said.

When the door opened, he was right.

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