Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 130022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
“Do you need that visual more than you need the things that make that visual the visual?” he demanded.
Her face scrunched and she fired back, “What’s the point of having an alarm if it takes away my visual?”
Shit.
He’d forgotten how she could be damned adorable and totally fucking annoying at the same time.
“I cannot believe we’re having this conversation,” he replied.
“Yo,” Yves called from the doorway. “You guys gonna park it with us and watch the movie, or are you gonna stand in here for an hour and chat?”
“There’s been a breach at the house,” Remy told him.
“Remy!” Wyn snapped, obviously not feeling the sharing of this news with their son, which would no doubt lead to the sharing of it with all their kids.
But Remy, for once, had no mind to his wife.
He was staring at his boy.
“Yves,” he said, firm and clear, Remy’s tone meaning Yves needed to communicate what was behind that freaked-out look on his face.
“Which house?” Yves asked.
“Mine. Ours. The family house…our first one. Whatever,” Wyn babbled. “It doesn’t matter. Nothing to worry about. The police are on their way.”
“Our house.” Yves was talking like he wasn’t doing it to them.
“Yves.” This time, his son’s name out of Remy’s mouth was a warning.
Yves focused on his dad. “Do you know where this breach was?”
“The back bedroom,” Remy told him.
“Mom’s room?”
Um.
No.
Remy did not like that.
Therefore, he was back to growling. “Yes. What—?”
Remy didn’t finish as Wyn cut him off to repeat, “It’s nothing to worry about. The police are on their way to check it out.”
But he watched his son look down the hall, then Yves walked fully into the parlor and requested, “Mom, can I talk with Dad for a second alone?”
He liked that even less.
And when Remy looked to Wyn, he saw she’d cottoned on to Yves’s behavior and was now regarding her son with squinting eyes.
“Why would you need to do that?” she asked.
Yves adjusted his request “Or, maybe, can you go get Sah for me? Then stay in the family room?”
Now it was Wyn who was sharing a warning with her, “Yves.”
“Please, Mom, don’t ask. Can you just please go get Sah and let us talk to Dad for a sec?” Yves pleaded.
And it was a plea because he was definitely troubled about something, and it wasn’t just the fact that there might be a break-in.
It was something else.
Or something…more.
“Honey, just go,” Remy urged. When Wyn looked up at him, he promised low, “I’ll tell you. You know I’ll tell you.”
She studied his face, but she did know he’d tell her.
So she nodded, gave their son a look, then walked out.
Yves came farther into the room, and Remy waited until he saw Wyn disappear into the family room before he said to his son, “I’m not going to like this, am I?”
Yves looked to his dad and pressed his lips together.
Movement in the hall had Remy’s attention returning there, and he saw Sabre not sauntering, but hustling to the parlor.
Fucking shit.
Sabre closed the door behind him and asked Yves immediately, “Someone broke into our house?”
“Sabre, me. You’re talking to me,” Remy demanded.
Sah looked to Remy.
“What the fuck is going on?” Remy asked.
“Okay, Dad, uh, you see, well…the thing is that it all kinda…” Sabre didn’t finish and turned to Yves again. “Did you call Theo? I mean, is he on top of shit?”
Before Yves could reply, Remy stated, “If you let your friends use our home while we’re away to—”
Sabre cut him off.
“No, it’s Myrna.”
Remy felt his torso lurch.
“Okay, see, the day you, like, shared about Grandma,” Sabre said fast, “before Manon and me left Tucson, she was waiting outside my last class for me.”
Remy didn’t move a muscle.
“Dad,” Sabre was now talking very softly, “I hate that today, with all the shit that’s going down—”
“If you delay another fucking minute in telling me what the fuck is going on, Sah, I swear to God…”
Remy let that hang.
Sabre quickly began talking again.
“She told me she needed to talk, and she spewed a load of lies at me, Dad. Total lies. Whacked lies. Like, unhinged.”
After he pointed his face to the ceiling, Remy drew in a deep breath.
“Obviously,” Sah continued, “I didn’t believe her, I told her that and told her to back off.”
Remy returned his attention to his son and asked the question that might least have the result of him tearing the room apart.
“What does Theo have to do with this?”
Yves joined the conversation.
“After you told us about your, uh…history, Sah told me what went down. Theo was there and we decided that we were going to give you a breather with the Myrna crap, so you could deal with the Grandma crap. And she said some stuff to Sah that had us thinking she was kinda…stalking you. So, while I kept an eye on Mom and Sah kept an eye on Manon, Theo was going to keep an eye on…other things.”