Page 103 of Wild Bliss

So she’d pissed off the King of Bliss. It probably wouldn’tmatter because they would likely have to leave.

“Come on.” Elisa took her hand. “We’ll get to Creede as fastas we can. Sawyer can come with us. Henry, you’re letting the rest of the townknow? I’m pretty sure Wayne Kemp isn’t planning on causing trouble in Blisssince he worked so hard to get his brother out of it, but I want people onalert.”

Henry nodded. “I will, and Stef is activating our plan.”

“There’s a plan?” Sawyer asked.

“Always,” Henry assured him, and his cell rang again.

Sabrina rushed into the house to grab her purse. Shecouldn’t stand the thought they wouldn’t all be here together again. She had toget control of her emotional state. She’d already threatened two people she hadto share a town with. Although once she gave Nate Wright a full dose of herfeelings about his part-time deputies, she doubted she would have to see eitherof them again. Henry was another story.

Deep breath. She would see Wyatt again. She would.

“It’s going to be okay.” Sawyer wrapped big arms around her.“He’ll be back here tomorrow, one way or another.”

She sniffled. “He needs to be home. This is our home. I knowit’s yours, but…”

He squeezed her tight, pulling her against his chest. “Thisis our home, Sabrina. Yours and mine and Wyatt’s. And we’ll bring him back hereand decide where to go from there. We might have to leave for a while.”

She nodded but felt better. How would she get through thiswithout Sawyer? She forced her fear down. “I know. All right. Let’s get going.”

The faster they got to Creede, the sooner they could getWyatt back where he belonged.

She held Sawyer’s hand as they walked back out to the porch,ready to face whatever came next.

Elisa had her radio in hand, and her skin had paled in a waythat let Sabrina know something had gone horribly wrong. “Sabrina, Wyatt didn’tmake it to Creede.”

Sabrina held on to Sawyer because the world suddenly seemedlike it was spinning.

ChapterEighteen

“Don’t worry about Wright,” a tinny voice said over theradio Knox had called in on. “The CBI is going to handle everything. They’llhave the suspect back in Colorado Springs before Wright can cause problems.I’ll be happy to send over all the paperwork if they insist. We’re only doingwhat CBI requested.”

Maybe there was real paperwork and this wasn’t some ploy toget him vulnerable. Maybe he’d fucked up when he’d followed through with theplan to save the man his brother required him to kill. The evidence he’d givenWayne had been good, but it wouldn’t stand up to real forensics.

What if Wayne had his proof double checked? What if he’ddone a DNA sample and realized the body he’d brought back hadn’t been DennisHill?

Then Wayne would certainly want to have a word. But onlyafter he’d gotten the accounts he’d needed from him. This move was right fromWayne’s playbook.

Wyatt’s heart rate ticked up. “Guys, I didn’t kill Dennis. Ineed you to check out who the supposed victim is.” Could he trust them? Theanswer was obviously no, but he also couldn’t not try. “Dennis witnessed mybrother killing three members of a rival MC. Wayne ordered me to kill Dennis sohe couldn’t ever testify. It was my only way out of the MC. If I killed thewitness, I could be free.”

“And you decided his life was worth it so you could getout?” Marshall shot the question back through the cage separating them. Hedrove down the mountainside with the surety of a man born here.

“I didn’t kill anyone,” Wyatt replied, trying to keepcontrol over his temper. “And I’m trusting you with that knowledge becauseright now I’m wondering if you aren’t working for my brother.”

Knox turned in his seat. “You asshole. We wouldn’t work fora fucking criminal. We’re the good guys here. Even though no one seems to beable to see it. Bliss isn’t the right place for us. They don’t care aboutrules. They don’t care about laws.”

“They care about what’s right,” Wyatt argued because he didbelieve they thought they were the good guys. They thought they were saving agood woman from a bad man. They were wrong, but they believed it which meantthere might be room to reason with them. “I know you do, too. You don’t want abunch of blood on your hands, and that’s what you’re going to get if you turnme over to the CBI without looking into their story.”

“They don’t have a story.” Marshall turned right onto thehighway. “They have a warrant.”

“Did you see it? Did you really look at it?” Wyatt asked.“Or did you just trust him?”

“Why wouldn’t I trust a CBI agent?” Knox asked, but therewas something in his tone. “Why would a CBI agent lie? And no, I didn’tpersonally inspect the warrant. I didn’t have to. I do what my superiors tellme to do.”

“Unless they’re Nate Wright.” He had a chance with them.They reached the bottom of the road and Wyatt watched as they passed the bar.It looked so normal. Dusk was rapidly approaching, and the neon sign was on.The parking lot was fairly empty. It was a weeknight so it would be prettyempty. As they drove past the front of the bar, he got a glimpse of motorcycleson the far side of the building. Tucked away close to the trash bins.

Or maybe he hadn’t seen it. Sometimes Gil parked his bike bythe bins since taking out the trash was the last thing he did every night.

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