Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Nathan’s uninjured eye shifted to me. “I need to take a shower. I…I can still feel the blood on me.”
I knew he was talking about Yates’s blood. I’d used a washcloth to clean it off Nathan as best I could, but it was still in his hair and I was sure he was still remembering the warm spray of it on his skin. It was something that couldn’t have been avoided, since Yates had given me the perfect opportunity to take him out when he’d been distracted by his son’s condition.
“Will you help me?” Nathan asked. “Ethan said it was okay if I had help.”
I nodded and reached out to put my arm around his waist. Ethan had given him something for the pain, but I knew it was only taking the edge off. We took it slow as we made our way to the bathroom. I sat Nathan down on the small bench that was tucked up beneath the vanity. As I began undressing him, he said, “Is it true? Are they dead?”
I knew he was talking about his parents because Brody had broken the news to him shortly before I’d entered the room to check on him.
“It’s true,” I confirmed. “Yates had his men kill them as soon as his guys picked you up at the marina.”
Nathan nodded. “Brody said you found proof that the girl…Megan…that she knew my father.”
“She went to church with your parents. Your father approached her to see if she wanted to help with your campaign…it was while you were still planning to run on the Republican ticket.”
Nathan nodded in understanding. “I don’t remember meeting her,” he murmured.
“You didn’t. There’s no record of her having ever worked on the campaign. Your father used it as an excuse.”
“To seduce her,” Nathan said.
“Yeah,” I acknowledged. “She got pregnant and went to your father. At that point, his mental health had started to decline. Your mother found out about her and paid her off using a forged check from the funds left over in your campaign. Clint and his father found the check among Megan’s belongings along with a suicide note that said she didn’t want to live if she couldn’t be with the father of her baby. They assumed she was talking about you because of the check.”
Nathan shook his head in disbelief. “All the lives he destroyed,” he murmured.
I figured he was talking about his father, but I didn’t comment.
“Brody said Aunt Verona is okay, right?”
“Yes, your aunt was out of town visiting a friend at the time. Yates had his guys attack your parents and had them do a conference call with Brody to make it seem like he was with your parents when he spoke to you. Since he couldn’t reach you, he figured Brody would tell him where you were, or he’d get his hands on Brody and force you out of hiding.”
I helped Nathan stand so I could work the sweats off his body. I tried to ignore the bruising on his body, since all it did was piss me off that I hadn’t gotten to him sooner. Not to mention it made me want to hunt Clint down and put a bullet through his head. If Nathan hadn’t needed me, I probably would have done it right there in the warehouse. But the man was Ronan’s problem now, and since he’d nearly killed one of Ronan’s men, I doubted he’d get off easy…or at all.
“I knew you’d find me,” Nathan murmured as I straightened and helped him get his shirt off.
“I’ll always find you when you need me,” I said softly, right before I kissed him.
His arms went around me and I just held him for a while. But when his body began to get heavy, I sat him back down and then quickly undressed myself. I got the shower going and waited for the water to warm up before I helped Nathan to his feet and got him in the shower. I held him against my body as I carefully washed his body, and when it came time to wash his hair, I sat him down on a small bench in the shower. When I was finished cleaning him, I put my arms around him and just held him under the hot spray of water for a while.
I was still reeling from the close call myself.
After Cain’s call, I’d immediately checked my app to figure out where Nathan was, but when I’d gotten an alert that the watch was offline, I’d completely lost it. It was Gage who’d managed to keep it together long enough to get me and Clint to the airport. We’d been airborne with the intent of going back to Seattle when the app had alerted me that the watch was back online. By the time we’d crossed the border into Washington state, we’d had to veer south to follow the signal to a remote area in Central Washington.