Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
“Sawyer, you can’t leave here. Everything you own is here.” Sabrina was shocked he would even think about leaving. When everyone had left him behind, he’d had this place and the business his family had built. “This is your home.”
Sawyer stared down at her, his eyes softer than she’d ever seen before. “Don’t make me say it, Teach.”
They were his home now. His home had become something far larger than a brick-and-mortar building, more than the land they stood on. Hadn’t she learned this? A house never made a home. Not truly. A home was always a place found inside a person’s soul. “I won’t. But back at you, Sawyer.”
“I am not sure what we’re not saying,” Wyatt admitted. “But I know he won’t ever sit here while we’re somewhere else. So let’s eat something. I’m starving, and we still have a meeting to get through, and then we have to plan how to survive if my brother finds out I didn’t murder the witness he ordered me to and the dude’s still out there with all the necessary information to force the cops to potentially start a war.”
As scenarios went, it wasn’t her favorite, but she’d learned to work with what she had. “All right. Food, meeting, and then we talk.”
“Naked,” Sawyer offered.
She would argue but her clothes did tend to drop off when they were around.
There was a knock at the door and Sawyer frowned. “Who the hell would come up here at this time of night?”
“It’s not even seven yet. It’s barely night, and it’s likely a friend.” Wyatt started for the door. “You’re going to have to get used to having friends drop by.”
Sawyer’s expression told Sabrina he didn’t like the thought.
He was always going to be her gorgeous grump.
Bella growled a second before Wyatt opened the door.
“Wyatt Kemp,” a deep voice said. Deputy Marshall Lethe stood in the doorway, and his partner was behind him. She couldn’t help but notice the set of cuffs in Marshall’s hands.
Or the fact that Knox had his sidearm in his hand.
“You’re under arrest for the murder of Dennis Hill,” Marshall intoned.
And Sabrina knew her world was in more danger than she’d ever imagined.
Chapter Seventeen
Wyatt stopped, his whole body going still as he stared down at the gun Knox was holding. He was still out of Marshall’s range, but all it would take would be a couple of steps and he would have to decide if he was going to fight.
Hadn’t he been waiting for this to happen? Hadn’t he been waiting for his brother to push the issue? Somehow he’d thought he had more time. He also hadn’t thought his brother would use the cops to get him. Because he had zero doubt his brother was behind this.
His brother wanted him in a place where he had to allow himself to be taken in, to be put in a cage where he was going to be totally vulnerable or fight and put everyone at risk. Even the timing had been made with precision. They took him at the cabin where Sawyer and Sabrina could be collateral damage and not the meeting later this evening where the sheriff might have some say.
He wasn’t going to fight. Sawyer wasn’t carrying and neither was he. Fuck it all. He wasn’t this guy. Maybe he’d heard wrong or this was some kind of asshole joke they were playing on him. “What?”
Marshall had traded the uniform he wore when he worked extra shifts in Bliss for the one he normally wore as a member of the Creede Sheriff’s Department. Which explained how this was happening since Wyatt was fairly certain Nate wouldn’t have sent them. If Nate had questions—or even needed to bring him in—he would have come himself.
“You’re under arrest for the murder of Dennis Hill,” Marshall reiterated. “Last year you killed Dennis Hill on the orders of your brother, Wayne Kemp.”
“No, he didn’t.” Sabrina took a step forward.
Sawyer reached out and took hold of her elbow. Wyatt sent up a silent thank you because he wasn’t sure Sabrina wouldn’t try to attack the police.
They were going to arrest him. Something had gone terribly wrong, and he was about to pay for it. He had to make sure they didn’t go down with him.
“Sabrina, stay back.” He was going to keep it together for her sake. It was surprising. The urge to fight his way out wasn’t pounding at his brain the way it normally would be. He couldn’t lose it. No matter what. “Guys, you don’t need the guns. I’m not armed. None of us are.”
“Yeah, we’ll keep our guns,” Knox replied with a hardening gaze. “Somehow I think you lie. After what you did in Colorado Springs, no one should trust you. Sawyer, you going to give us trouble?”
“No more than I have to,” Sawyer admitted.