Page 213 of Play Dirty (Brooklyn Dawn 1)

Luckily, Lindsey was a little more willing to let the paramedics give her a once-over. They tried to convince her to go to the hospital, but she firmly told them she wasn’t going anywhere.

That was my girl.

The conversation with the cops didn’t go as easy. We reconvened in my kitchen area. A dozen officers were swarming all over my fucking house. They trampled my upstairs and downstairs as they took pictures and discussed whether it would be considered a crime scene or an accident.

We answered questions for close to an hour before Noah showed up with a trio of his security people. Oz, Zane, Teagan, and Cooper all demanded entry and the entire band was ensconced on my leather sectional.

Jamie was in the middle of them all. At least she was laughing most of the time. She kept getting a faraway look in her eyes that I understood all too well.

Finally, thanks to Noah’s help and the detective from the arena, they were able to wrap things up for the night.

The light of dawn stretched over the hardwood floor when the last officer left. Teagan was curled in the corner of one of the sections with Cooper at her side, both of them sharing one of my two throw pillows.

I wasn’t exactly equipped for guests.

Oz was stretched out on the chaise end of the U-shaped couch.

Zane had commandeered the ottoman and a club chair. And had also gained himself a new best friend in Brutus. He was sprawled across his legs, his massive head tucked into Zane’s chest.

Lindsey was tucking a lock of dark hair around Jamie’s ear. She’d finally passed out on the opposite chaise from Oz.

She stood up as Noah waved her over.

We both crossed to him.

“I’ll stay down here with the Scooby gang. Why don’t you guys get some sleep? Donovan threatened to fly in from London, but I managed to get him to calm down.”

“Thank God.” Lindsey slid her arm around my back. “One meeting with Donovan is about all I can handle per six months.”

Noah’s lips quirked in what passed for a smile. “There’s not much he can do, but I’m sure you’ll have to have a conference call with him and Lila at some point tomorrow—aka today.”

“Give me about five hours to sleep and I’ll be good.”

“I think we can handle a bit more than that.” Noah patted her arm briefly. “I’m sorry it came to this, but I’m glad no one was hurt worse.”

“Me too.” She put her other hand on my chest. “Thanks for watching out for them.”

Noah glanced at me. “No more secret psychotics in your closet, Nash?”

“Definitely not. Though I think Angel Martin will have to be dealt with. I don’t think she had anything to do with Kyle, but he used her and for that I’m sorry.”

“Lila and Donovan are on that.”

“Let them know I’m willing to talk to her. That me and my lawyers will figure something out.”

“Understood. I’ll let Donovan know and he can start that ball rolling.”

I held my hand out to him. “Thanks.”

Noah’s eyebrow quirked, but then he shook my hand. “All right, head to bed you crazy kids.”

Lindsey looked around. “Where are you going to sleep?”

“I’ve got calls for days, York. I’ll be fine.”

Too exhausted to argue, we both nodded. I took Lindsey’s hand and we slowly climbed the stairs. I didn’t even look at the chaos of my bedroom, I simply pushed her forward to the shower. “I’m going to put fresh sheets on the bed and I’ll be right in.”

When she didn’t move right away, I came up behind her and kissed her neck. “I’m sure one of Noah’s people could bring us to the brownstone.”

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