Page 109 of Risky Game

Feeling slightly more normal, I hurried down the stairs and the hall and pulled to a sudden stop when my brother was sitting at the kitchen counter.

He was turned on the stool, hands to my sister-in-law’s quickly growing belly. She was saying something I couldn’t hear, that sweet smile on her face and he was laughing, looking up at her.

I would have felt bad for interrupting or given them their sweet private moment.

Except for the fact that my freaking brother who stormed out of there not even ten hours earlier was sitting at his counter, relaxed, happy enough to be laughing, and without a single scratch or black eye in sight.

“What’d you do?” I demanded and hurried to the counter on the opposite side of the island.

Jassen turned that irritating smile in my direction, still happy.

“Go home, Ruby.”

“Excuse me?” I jolted.

Jassen’s smile vanished and he stood. He slid an arm around Molly’s waist, and she went to him, leaning against him and also… smiling.

What in the ever-loving hell?

“I said, go home. Now.”

I blinked. “But. This is my home.” Except it wasn’t. So really… “I don’t have a home.”

“Yes, you do.” Molly kissed my brother’s cheek and turned back to me. “So go home, Ruby. It’ll be okay.”

They were crazy. They’d lost their minds. Jassen I could understand. Logan probably punched him so hard he had a concussion, but Molly didn’t make sense.

“Did you two slip and fall or something this morning? Smack your heads? Break something vital inside your brains?”

“No.” Jassen crossed his arms over his chest. “And I have instructions that if you don’t willingly leave as soon as I tell you to get out of here, I’ve been told to throw you into my truck and take you there myself.”

“Why? Why would he want that? Especially with Vanessa and—”

“Ruby?”

“What?” I snapped at my brother. He wasn’t making sense.

He planted his hands on the counter and glared at me. “Get the fuck outta my house, and go. The. Fuck. Home.”

It penetrated then. I blinked, rapidly this time. It was too early to cry. Too early for any of this.

“Home?” I asked on a warbly breath. “You mean…”

“You’ll never know unless you go talk to him,” Molly said.

“And he didn’t kill you.” I pointed at my brother. “You’re sure? And you didn’t hurt him?”

“Logan will explain everything. But only if you—”

“Go home,” I finished this time and a smile broke out on my face.

Molly’s mirrored it.

“I think I get it. Fine, I’ll go,” I told them.

I ran up the stairs and gathered my things. Faster than I would have thought possible, I was back in my car, breaking speed limits and testing my old Corolla’s limits in my hurry to get to Logan’s.

To… my home?

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