Page 135 of Seeking Two Lovers

To have to sit and listen to that rich asshole feign politeness—it had sickened me. I hadn’t been able to wait to get home to my lovers who held no such pretenses or bullshit and would soothe rather than aggravate me.

“Will you come back tonight?” I asked Lily, Blaine still dead to the world between us.

“I…I think I’ll stay home with Haley.” Lily stood and pulled her jeans on. “He and his sister are going to need some alone time, and I’m not going to impose.”

“Maybe we could all go down to the beach behind the house tomorrow?” I suggested, not ready for her to just disappear for a few days while Sarah settled in. I had needs too, damnit.

Fuck, I can be a real selfish asshole sometimes.

“Would you mind if I bring Haley along?” Lily asked while slipping her sandals on.

“Of course not.”

She rounded the bed and dropped a kiss on my lips. “I’ll call an Uber and see myself out.”

“I’ll get up and make you some tea at least.”

Lily pressed on my shoulder to keep me in place. “You stay right there and keep our boy warm and happy, okay?”

“My pleasure.” I winked while relaxing once more, and pink flushed her cheeks. “Do you require evidence of him being fully sated and resting this evening?”

“Is that a trick question?” Her dark eyes twinkled down at me, her golden hair cascading around my head. Another quick kiss, and she pulled back. “Tomorrow?”

I nodded, afraid if I opened my mouth that I would blurt out those three little words that shouldn’t be said after a few weeks of meeting someone.

Lily fluttered her fingers once at our bedroom door, disappearing a second later.

A heavy sigh settled me back onto my pillow, and I gently tucked an arm around Blaine who didn’t so much as twitch.

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I sat in my home office later that afternoon, Blaine and Sarah ensconced in her bedroom. Neither of them had woken until close to lunchtime, and after I fed them and shooed them off together, I’d gotten some work done since I’d missed most of Friday at the office.

Once I combed through my emails and took care of shit that couldn’t wait for Monday, I called up Higgins.

We spoke briefly about Sarah’s safe arrival, but he got straight to business afterward. I’d told Sarah that even though she had no wishes to press charges, I was sending my PI to her hospital room to document what had happened.

She hadn’t been averse to my suggestion of simply speaking with Higgins, thank fuck.

“I snapped dozens of pictures and eventually got her to talk about the attack,” he told me. “Quell is one sick fuck, and I’m going to enjoy watching him get taken down.”

“What’s the latest?” I stood at my home office’s window overlooking the Pacific while Higgins filled me in.

The FBI agent he’d been in close contact with had wanted to talk to Sarah—and wasn’t too pleased she’d fled across the country. But she’d given her agreement to Higgins to stand as witness when the time came.

The case against Quell and the cult sped forward at a vicious pace. While there was more than enough evidence for a peaceful search warrant of the compound, there had been other intel coming in for months about Quell prepping for an apocalypse that would bring a “new dawn.”

Higgins had spoken with the couple who had escaped earlier in the week and then he’d contacted his FBI friend about them as well.

It seemed Quell’s teachings the previous couple of years had tended toward suspicion of government, and it had been rumored he’d built a supply of weaponry—which the couple confirmed.

With another possible Waco situation in its infancy stage, I expected the FBI wouldn’t waste their time—hoped—they would go sneaking in like a thief in the night, shutting the cult down and hauling Quell off in cuffs before anyone knew what happened.

Higgins’s contact hadn’t shared details about the when, but he did promise sooner than later.

Blaine and Sarah eventually joined me in the living room, and they both once more appeared exhausted, eyes red-rimmed and faces haggard.

We ordered Chinese for dinner at Sarah’s request and stuffed ourselves full.

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