“He was a good man, Belinda,” Dane said simply.

Belinda nodded and finally lowered the gun. She carefully placed it on the sidewalk and then walked up to him. She gave Emma one more kiss before handing his daughter to him and then she stepped back as Sherriff Granger moved in.

Dane stifled a cry of relief at the feel of Emma in his arms and he held her close as he watched Belinda being escorted to the police station. As the adrenaline began to wear off, his entire body started to shake and he wished in that moment that a pair of strong arms would wrap around him and tell him everything was okay. But he knew before he even turned to look that Jax was already gone.

Chapter 10

“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m afraid I can’t give you that information,” the receptionist said politely. “But if you’d like, I can call Mr. Reid and let him know you’re trying to reach him,” she offered.

Dane glanced around the immaculate lobby and bit back his disappointment. He knew that getting Jax’s address from the company he worked for would be a long shot but he also knew that showing up unannounced was likely his only hope of getting Jax to listen to him.

“Hey Bridget,” a young man said as he entered the lobby and began walking towards the side door.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Bradshaw,” the receptionist said.

“Are you ever going to call me Logan, Bridget?”

“Of course, Mr. Bradshaw,” the woman said with a smile.

The man chuckled and began to open the door that Dane assumed led to the offices, but he stopped when his eyes spotted him and Emma.

“Everything okay here?” he asked.

“This is Dr. Winters. He was looking for Mr. Reid,” the receptionist said.

Dane picked up Emma’s car seat off the floor and said, “Thanks for your time,” to the receptionist.

“Are you Dane?”

Dane stopped with his hand on the door leading back out to the elevators. The dark haired man had walked back around to the front of the reception desk and was studying him curiously.

“Yes.”

“You’re Jax’s friend,” the guy said.

Dane managed a nod.

“Bridget, would you ask Dom to meet me at the diner?”

“Of course, Mr. Bradshaw,” she said.

“I’m Logan Bradshaw,” the man said as he extended his hand out to Dane.

“Dane Winters.”

“Do you have a car, Dane or should we take mine?” Logan asked as he bent down to get a closer look at Emma.

“I have a rental,” Dane said in confusion.

“Good. You mind if I drive? Seattle traffic at lunch time can be kind of a mess if you don’t know where you’re going.”

“Where are we going?”

Logan gave Emma a quick tickle before standing. “To see Jax, of course.”

* * *

“You okay?” Logan asked as he pulled the car out of the parking garage.