“Not for the boys in lockup who are now also facing manslaughter charges, but for Lottie, yeah. It’s over.”
Yeah, what he was feeling was good.
He wondered if Smithie or Hawk had some hand in this guy being hassled in jail.
Or for that matter Lee or one of his men.
But he stopped wondering almost before he started because he really didn’t care.
“Thanks for telling me, Slim,” Mo said.
“Not a problem. You’ll inform Lottie?”
“Absolutely,” Mo told him.
“Great. Thanks. Later, Mo.”
“Later.”
He hung up.
He then heard the storm door open behind him.
Lottie stood in it, holding it open.
“Everything okay?” she asked, watching him closely.
“The man that sent those letters about you got jumped in lockup,” he stated straight out. “They did some damage. He got an embolism which made him braindead. He’s on a respirator but if they pull the plug or not, it doesn’t matter. He’s not coming back from that so he’s no longer a threat.”
She stared at him.
Mo let her and kept his eyes locked on her as she did.
Eventually, he asked, “You good?”
“I don’t really feel anything,” she replied, then asked, “Is that bad?”
“Could come up later, baby,” he noted carefully.
“I’m probably the safest person on the planet,” she returned. “You. The boys. My brothers. I had my freakout but then…” She shrugged. “It was already over for me before it was overoverfor him.”
That was when Mo moved into her, entering the house pushing her back into it with him and letting the storm door hiss shut as he pulled her in his arms.
She slid hers around him too and gave him a squeeze.
“You good?” she asked, her head tipped back to catch his gaze.
“Totally.”
Lottie took a moment to assess this.
Then she smiled.
“Everything okay?” his mother asked at their sides.
Mo looked her way and answered, “No. I need more cake.”
His mom also took a moment to assess this, her silver eyes shifting back and forth between him and Lottie before she also smiled.