Page 77 of Warrant
He pulled my phone out of his pocket. Frowning, I patted at my pajamas, wondering how he’d gotten it. “It was on the nightstand,” he said in answer to my silent question. He focused on my phone, tapping away. “There.”
“There what?” I asked as I snatched it out of his hand when he held it out to me.
“Now you can track me, too.”
Staring down at it, my eyes narrowed. “Then why does it say you’re at the hospital?”
“Oh. Right. I might have switched phones with Owen.”
I met his gaze. “Why?” When he just silently took another drink from his coffee cup, I sighed. It was so I couldn’t track him while he and the others were hunting down the Iron Circle Crew. I might’ve thought to do that if I hadn’t been so preoccupied with watching the children he’d dumped on me. I was losing my touch.
“Don’t worry, I’ll switch back with Owen later today. And now that you can track me, it’s not creepy anymore.”
I stared at him in disbelief. “Yeah, Warrant. It is.”
Silence fell between us as we sat in the early morning quiet and drank our coffee together. It was too easy to imagine doing this every day. Waking up next to him. Drinking our coffee before we parted ways to go to work. Or I’d go to work and he’d do whatever he did all day long. Work. How did I go back to work after last night?
“Did you know Beau would react like that to intruders?” I asked when the daydreams of a life with this man and my worries about my career got too real.
“Why do you think I keep him around?” Warrant chuckled at the look on my face.
“To sleep all day,” I replied, cracking a smile. Damn him, he was getting through my shields.
“He’s not sleeping. He’s conserving energy.” He grinned. “He’s fiercely loyal and a great protector.
“I saw that.” We fell silent for a few more minutes, until I broke it. “Why don’t you catch me up on everything that happened?”
He frowned, but he held true to his word and told me everything.
I wasn’t completely shocked. I’d started to fill in a lot of the gaps myself after seeing Jared and then having men break into my house.
“Riggs and the other Austin guys will pick the kids up in a couple hours. They didn’t want to wake them up too early. Figured they needed to sleep.”
“Are they going home today?” I asked, wondering why there was a sudden lump in my throat.
Warrant shook his head. “No, they’re going to talk to the lawyer that was working with Jared’s grandfather. There’s no reason he shouldn’t get his inheritance.”
“What about Christina?” I asked. I shouldn’t. It really was best if I didn’t know, but my curiosity always had gotten the best of me.
“You sure you want to know?” he asked, eyeing me.
“Yeah. Tell me.”
“Butcher, the scary looking one, his old lady is an assassin. She has quite a few contacts that would be all too happy to take care of Christina. So Demo and Rotor drove Christina down to Cheyenne last night and dropped her off. If she can stay ahead of the assassins she can live.”
“What if she does?” I asked. “She could go after Jared again…”
“We thought of that, but the odds are slim. Slim because they’re good at what they do, and because trying to stay ahead of an assassin has a way of taking up all your time and energy. Besides, he’s going to have his inheritance soon and other than revenge there’s no reason for her to come for him. Now that she knows the lengths his family will go to protect him, she won’t try. No one will help her.”
“I’m surprised any of you let her go in the first place,” I admitted. It was so weird to be sitting here talking about all of this like it was completely normal. Then again, after seeing theway the bikers had come bursting into my house like avenging angels, or maybe seething devils, I wasn’t sure normal could be used to describe any of them.
He shrugged. “Believe it or not we have our own code. Killing Jared’s mother—no matter how big of a piece of shit she is—is crossing a line for us.”
I nodded. That made a lot of sense.
“So now you know,” he said. He was watching me closely. “What now?”
“It’s all so twisted up,” I told him. “I’m not going to arrest any of you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
