Page 137 of Seeking Two Lovers

Our outing to the beach below Grey and Blaine’s got cancelled thanks to the FBI showing up at their house on Sunday morning.

The better part of the day had been spent answering questions—or so Grey told me.

I hadn’t spoken to Blaine at all other than a goodnight text on Saturday, then one on Sunday.

Even Grey hadn’t reached out with an actual call, simply texted to give me updates throughout the day.

While I understood the upheaval in the household and the stress and anxiety Sarah had brought into Blaine’s life, I still felt hurt. Ignored. Selfish, perhaps, but I couldn’t talk myself out of my feelings.

Maybe it was just damn PMS creating a worrywart bitch in my head, but I battled negative thoughts non-fucking-stop.

I wasn’t about to poke and intrude into who the hell knew what kind of emotions ran through the house after the FBI dug into Blaine and Sarah’s lives though. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what either of them experienced from having to dredge up shitty memories and recount details they would both rather have burned from their minds.

I told myself to rest in the fact that Blaine had his anchor.

I just wished he’d reached for his sunshine too.

“Quit pouting.”

I flipped Haley off even though I laid on the couch, my head on her thigh for the previous hour of our movie marathon night we’d spent downing Andes candies and chardonnay. “Can’t help it,” I muttered, only slightly buzzed and still tasting chocolate and mint on my tongue. “I hate not knowing what’s going on over there.”

“Probably a lot of stuff that they would rather you not hear about.”

Haley had a point, but it didn’t make me feel any better.

“Once this shit with the cult and its leader calms down, the three of you will be smooth sailing into the sunset.”

I snorted at the strange wording my cousin never used. “Since when, Haley?”

“Just because I’m a jaded bitch doesn’t mean I can’t still be a dreamer at heart.”

I rolled from facing the TV to my back so I could see her face. “It’ll work out for you too.”

She sighed, her focus flitting to the dark sky beyond the curtained window. “A girl can hope.”

A news bulletin cut off the show we’d been watching, and at the mention of Abraham Quell and the cult he led in New Hampshire, I jolted upright.

Fires raged in the background of the rolling video, lighting the night sky.

The FBI had gone in with a warrant.

A short showdown had ended with a few gun wound injuries, but Abraham Quell had been arrested and hauled off.

Uninjured, the fucker.

“Holy shit…holy shit.” My pulse raced, my eyes wide and unblinking on the TV.

While a short list of charges had leaked out to the press, rumors led them to believe much more would come to light in the days ahead.

My hands shook as I grabbed my cell and shot off a text to Grey. Did you know they were raiding the compound tonight?

I chewed the inside of my lip, perched on the edge of the couch while waiting for a reply. It took a long as fuck ten minutes before he got back to me.

Grey: No. Higgins didn’t either.

My fingers flew over the screen. How’s Blaine? Sarah?

Grey: Shocked. Staring at the TV.

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