Page 171 of Beyond the Blue Horizon
Nausea spun in my stomach, and I knew Theo could feel me faltering.
The terror that wound through me.
“Tell me who, Piper. All I need is a name.”
Theo’s phone flashed again, and we both glanced at it.
River
En route.
My tongue stroked over my dried lips. “You should go.”
“Piper—”
I shook my head. “I’m not sure I can give you that, Theo. Not yet.” Maybe not ever. “I’m trying to move on from it. I just want…”
Peace.
I just wanted peace.
He hesitated, wanting to push for more, but I climbed off his lap and onto my feet.
My knees felt weak as I watched him push to standing.
A dark fortress in the night.
Body tall and foreboding and rippling with that stealthy strength.
He snagged his phone from the couch and stuffed it into his back pocket.
There were so many things I wanted to ask him. For details and reasons.
What made him dangerous.
If I should be afraid.
Who he’d obviously cared for so much and how he’d lost her.
If he’d really hold all of this for me.
If he ached for me the way I had come to ache for him.
I wondered if he heard the last one spiral through my brain because he shifted around to tower over me. He reached out and palmed the side of my neck, and he pushed his thumb under my chin to tip my head back.
“If I had a heart to give, I’d give it to you.”
Then he turned and strode out the door, clicking it softly shut behind him.
THIRTY-THREE
THEO
“What’s the intel?”River’s voice was a blade as he sat forward at the round table buried thirty feet under the club.
Cash scrubbed a meaty palm over his face. “Pierce Renfry flew to San Francisco late this afternoon with the business partners he met in LA. Took a private plane.”
Agitation bustled through the cramped space, each of us shifting in discomfort in our seats.
