Page 62 of Hurry Up And Wait

“Tell me something…You followed Kavanaugh here. I already knew Kavanaugh. Is this all a massive coincidence? Maybe you followed me.”

“I didn’t even know who you were,” I argued.

I felt a chill skate down my spine as he slid around the counter, his eyes never leaving mine. He didn’t stop until he was right in front of me, his lips so close I could feel his breath on my face.

“If I were you, I’d be grateful I intervened when I did and stop asking questions that will only get you killed.”

I swallowed hard at the threat, wishing right now that I was with Kavanaugh. But he said I could trust IKE. He promised me I would be safe. So, I held my breath and nodded, vowing to not get myself killed by opening my mouth and ruining the tentative peace IKE and I had.

“Eat your food,” he muttered before stalking away.

I sagged on the stool, brushing my hair out of my face as I tried in vain to calm my racing heart.

How the hell did I end up with a man who threatened me while protecting me? As soon as my house was fixed up, I was going home. I’d rather take my chances with the devil I knew.

14

KAVANAUGH

I swung the door open,letting the questions fly before Red and Eli were even through the door. “What’s the update on Isla?”

Eli quirked an eyebrow at me. “Nice to see you too. Yes, the drive was fine, but I’m tired as hell.” He jerked his thumb at Red. “This one snores.”

“Do not,” Red muttered.

I rolled my eyes, not in the mood for games. “I don’t care about your sleeping habits. What’s going on with Isla?”

“Didn’t you talk to Dash?”

“If I had talked to Dash, I wouldn’t be asking you,” I snapped, snagging one of the weapons bags out of his hand.

He walked further in, whistling at the sight of the apartment. “Fancy digs.”

“Eli,” I said harshly. “What’s the status with Isla?”

“Uh…she’s with IKE.”

“You already told me that.”

“Did I?” he said, turning around, his eyes taking in everything. “You know, this is such a waste of money.”

“I didn’t buy it. What’s going on with Isla?”

He sighed heavily. “Look, are we on this job or do you want to go home to Isla?”

“I want to go home to Isla,” I said immediately. “Not that it makes a difference. I’m doing this for Cash.”

He glanced at Red, sharing a look with him. “Things aren’t going well. She’s okay, but her husband is stirring up trouble. I don’t have a good feeling about any of this.”

I cursed under my breath. Why the fuck was I stuck here when I was needed at home? “How can we help her?”

“That’s up to IKE.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means she’s fucked,” Red added, leaning back on his heels. “The husband filed a restraining order against OPS and IKE.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Against IKE? Why the fuck would he do that?”