Page 85 of Fear of Love
The look of awe on his face as he stared at the three professional hockey players was almost comical. It was a look I still hadn’t gotten used to whenever I was out and about with my brother. He used to look at me like I was his hero and now people did the same to him.
“Hi.” Wyatt plastered on a fake smile. “I got a call about my fiancée being here.” Wyatt told the guy Josie’s name.
“Oh, um..” I shifted on my feet, trying to be patient as the guy went over to his computer and typed something in. Beside me, Bryton rocked on his feet like he was also trying not to shove through the doors to get to Mila.
“Is there a way we could get them released?” Trevor asked, flashing the guy a smile of his own. A smile that got him out of trouble plenty of times.
“I’d have to talk to my chief.” I could tell the guy was trying to play it cool, but the way he kept staring at the guys, eyes bright and unblinking, made it clear he was starstruck.
“That’s okay. You can go get him if you need to,” Bryton added. I knew for a fact if the guys had to do a bit of schmoozing to get the girls, they would in a heartbeat. Hell, even I would if I had any sort of pull.
In a matter of seconds, the officer was gone.
“Time to kiss some ass.” I gestured to all three of them. “This is the one time you use your fame to your advantage.”
“That, and getting out of tickets,” Trevor said to which I gave him a look. “Not that I ever did that,” he quickly amended. I didn’t believe him for a second.
A moment later, an older man walked through the archway. Judging by his uniform and the stern look on his face, he had to be the police chief. He was glaring at the younger officer like he was annoyed to be bothered and didn’t believe whatever he had been told. That was until he looked over at us.
Watching a grown ass man get dreamy-eyed never got old. This guy, who was probably a hard-ass, was looking at my brother like he was a god.
“Well, I’ll be damned.” He stepped toward Wyatt, eyes flickered to the others. “You boys have been having one hell of a season.” He went and shook Wyatt’s, Trevor’s, and Bryton’shands before coming to me. I could tell he was confused as to who I was.
“Landon Boone, Wyatt’s older brother.” I shook the chief’s hand.
“Nice to meet you.” I didn’t blame his lack of enthusiasm for meeting me. I got that more often than not. I wasn’t a celebrity like the guys were. There’d been plenty of times people were disappointed when they learned I was a nobody.
“What can I do for you?” the chief asked.
“I got a call that my fiancé is here,” Wyatt said.
“As well as my girlfriend,” both Trevor and Bryton added. I stayed silent, but it was implied I was here for my girlfriend as well.
“Let me take a look.” I swore the guy took his sweet ass time going to the computer, but I held back from making some retort. We were already treading the line coming here to see if we could get the girls released in the middle of the night. Regular people would have been required to wait until the morning to get bailed out. “Josie Scott, Tasha Davis, Mila Roberts, and Lydia Ellis?” he listed off.
“That’s them.” Wyatt stepped forward. “Is there any way we could get them released?”
“Well, there haven't been any charges filed.” The chief glanced at us again before he broke out into a grin. “Of course. Anything to help our Cup Champions.”
While there were some disadvantages to having a brother so well-known in the city, this right here was a perk. All he needed to do was show his face, flash a smile, and people would do as he asked. Even a police chief would jump through hoops to make him happy. Same went for the other two next to me.
I didn’t like flaunting my brother’s name, but with the girls somewhere in a jail cell, I was glad he was here. We stood there impatiently as the chief clicked a few more buttons. When hefinally told the younger officer to take us back to where the girls were, I almost shoved the guy to the side to get through the door that led farther into the station.
This burning need to see Lydia and make sure she was okay was almost too much. If it was Mateo in that cell, I’d be worried, too, but this feeling was more than that. I didn’t know how to describe it as the four of us followed the two through the station.
The tips of Wyatt’s shoes almost clipped the back of the chiefs. The rest of us were no better as we kept right on his heels. Despite it being one in the morning, there were a lot of officers here, each one stopping in their tracks to watch us walk through. I wasn’t a professional hockey player like the guys, but I easily matched them in height and muscle, so I bet they assumed I was one.
I was surprised we didn’t get stopped but was grateful we didn’t. I wasn’t sure the guys would have appreciated having to talk to people or take pictures while their girls were trapped behind bars. We made our way down a hallway and through another door.
I heard the girls before we saw them.
“Wish we had more tequila.” Tasha’s voice carried down the hall. “Think Officer Newby has some at her desk?”
“We could ask,” came Lydia’s voice.
Trevor and I shared a look before we came to a stop in front of a holding cell. It was the first one on the right with the remainders lining the other walls. They were too busy talking to one another to notice us standing there. Josie and Tasha sat on one bench as they faced Lydia and Mila, who were on another.
“How mad will the boys be?” Mila asked.
