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)
His hand smoothed back her hair. “I’m going to beat the shit out of those assholes, though. Fucking with my Jeep. If I hadn’t crated Bella, she would have warned us.”
She shouldn’t have been crated in the middle of the afternoon, but they’d wanted no interruptions to their lovemaking.
Guilt swamped her. She couldn’t have waited? If they’d caught someone slashing Sawyer’s tires, they might have known something was wrong.
“I can hear you blaming yourself, Teach,” Sawyer said, cradling her close. “Not your fault. It’s not yours any more than it’s Wyatt’s. You followed your heart. They’re trying anything they can to change your heart’s decision. I’m sure that warrant was a gift from the heavens. And now they’re afraid of you.”
They should be. “I meant what I said. They want a war, I’ll fight it.”
“Such a savage creature.” But he was laying kisses on her forehead. “I’ll fight it with you and so will Wyatt, but for now we’re going to play this whole thing cool. We’re going to go to the police station and let Gemma ask all the questions. If we need to follow him to Colorado Springs, we will. Lark can run the bar for a few weeks. Hell, she’ll be thrilled.”
It was the second time he’d offered to give up his precious work time. Her heart ached for what Wyatt was going through, but there was a calmness, too. A bit of anxiety had flown away when she’d realized Sawyer was all in. “And I’ll do what I need to do. I’ve got some people I can call to take over for me, but I don’t have any vacation time so I might need a job soon.”
Sawyer huffed. “You are not giving up your job. I assure you we’ll make it work. But it would be best if Nate could find a way to take custody of him. I’m worried about him going into prison while awaiting trial. If he can’t get bail, we’re going to have to think about…other options.”
She wasn’t sure she wanted to Bonnie and Clyde it the rest of her life. “You think you can break him out?”
“No,” he admitted. “But I think I might be able to figure out where he stashed Dennis Hill. You know they say no body, no crime. Well, they mean no dead body. I assure you when I drag a living one in there, they’ll change their minds.”
“Wyatt was trying to save him,” Sabrina pointed out.
“And now I’m going to save Wyatt,” Sawyer promised.
There was the sound of tires crunching on the gravel and Sabrina turned, expecting to see her sister. Instead of the squad car, a small SUV pulled to a stop, the tires the only sound the electric vehicle made. Henry Flanders stepped out, a smile on his face. “Hey, Sawyer. I thought I’d bring by the wood I found. I think it would make an excellent toy chest. I was hoping you’d let me use your heavy-duty sander. Hey, Sabrina. I’m getting pretty good with making furniture, but Sawyer is a master. Is everything okay?”
Henry went still, his expression going blank as his eyes darted around, taking in the area.
“Wyatt was just arrested,” Sawyer explained. “Elisa’s coming to pick us up. You should take Poppy home.”
Sabrina realized she could see a toddler girl leaning over as though trying to catch sight of the world outside.
“What’s wrong with your Jeep?” Henry opened the door to the car and hauled Poppy out, the child wrapping her arms around her father as he settled her on his hip. “Someone slashed the tires? How long ago?”
This was a Henry Flanders she hadn’t met. Henry was soft spoken and always gentle. There was a hard edge to the man in front of her she couldn’t deny.
“It had to be in the last hour and a half,” Sawyer was saying. “I think it might have been the Creede guys. They’re the ones who arrested Wyatt. They were working in Creede which I think is awfully convenient.”
Henry moved to the porch, setting Poppy on the rocking chair. “Stay there, sweetie. Daddy needs to talk to some nice people.”
Poppy’s head nodded, and then she was happily petting Bella, who seemed to know where she was needed.
Henry crossed the space, his hand going to the pocket of his jeans and pulling a cell phone out. After a few seconds he frowned. “No one’s answering at the station house.”
“Elisa was on duty. She’s on her way here,” Sabrina explained. She knew a bit about how her sister’s department worked. “I know when they don’t have enough manpower, they set the phones to an answering machine for non-emergencies. 911 still works, but the people they would send are already on their way.”
“Are they saying Wyatt killed someone in Creede?” Henry asked. “Because even then they should have called Nate and had him arrest Wyatt and turn him over. I know this isn’t technically Bliss, but everyone knows this falls under Nate’s territory. Which means this isn’t about a murder in Creede. This is about Dennis Hill.”