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But before I headed out, I had more important things to do.

Me: We’re back. How are my girls doing?

Just as I hit Send,a notification popped up. It was from the Ring camera app I’d installed after mounting the camera outside my door last week. I clicked on it, and as the video loaded, my stomach sank. Shit. No way I wouldn’t recognize the greased-back hair. What the hell was he doing outside of Sarah’s apartment?

“Fuck” flew from my mouth, causing the guys nearby to whip their heads in my direction. “I need to call Sarah.”

I paced the length of the small sitting area as the phone rang once and then went straight to voicemail.

“What’s wrong?”

Ignoring Owen’s question, I tried again. When she still didn’t answer, I switched back over to the app. But it was too late to warn her. Drew was disappearing into Sarah’s apartment. Fear and anger coursed through me. If he hurt them… No. They had to be okay. I couldn’t lose them.

“I gotta go.” I turned and almost barreled into Owen.

He stopped me with his hands on my shoulders. “What’s going on?”

“Drew just broke into Sarah’s apartment.” The words stuck in my throat as I tried to shove out of his grasp.

“Dude, stop.” His fingers tightened on my arm.

“No fucking way.” I glared. “They need me.”

“Not alone. We all go. Come on.” He waved at the guys around us as I pushed past him and headed for the stairs that led down to the bay. “No one goes after our family.”

Though terror still gripped me, my heart skipped as my team headed down the stairs to help me protect my girls. It was something I could give Sarah. She didn’t get just me, but my family. My parents and sisters, and my work family.

Less than five minutes later, we were loaded up, and Logan was turning on the sirens as he maneuvered the rig out onto the street. Owen was on the phone with Dylan while I tried Sarah once more.

“God dammit,” I yelled as her voicemail picked up again.

Please, God, don’t let anything happen to them.

If I hadn’t already been 100 percent sure that they were my future, it would have been more than obvious to me now. Never in my life had I been this scared.

Chapter Twenty-Two

SARAH

Confusion swampedme as I pulled into the parking lot.

Crap. Did I leave the waffle iron on again?

I parked the car and got out, surveying the scene.

I caught sight of Owen first. He saw me at the same moment and nodded in my direction. Then Jay, who was standing beside him, turned, relief flooding his features. A second later, he was moving toward me.

Between the fire truck, ambulance, and multiple police cars, whatever was going on couldn’t have been good.

“What’s wrong?Is there a fire?” I asked when he was close enough.

“No.” He pulled me into his muscular chest and wrapped his arms around me. “Where were you?”

“At the grocery.”

His shoulders relaxed, and his whole body deflated. “I tried calling.”

“Sorry. Nora was being difficult. I think she might be coming down with something.”

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