“He’s pissed. Of course he’s pissed. We’ve got a rat in our crew, and that is never good.”
“Maybe Lewis can find something for the two of us.”
“Lewis?”
“He’s a guy I know. Like an adoptive brother. If he can find anything that there is to be found, he’ll do it. He’s good at that.”
“I’m jealous.”
“You don’t need to be.” She put the locket back on. “He’s not my type.”
“Who is your type?”
“I don’t know. Tall, muscular, green eyes, brown hair, a few tats. I’m not picky.”
She was flirting with him. At least, he was sure she was. Damn, he felt like a damn kid in high school.
“Really, I’m sure you’ve just mentioned a great deal of the population.”
“Nah, this guy has a last name that not many people have, but lots fear it.”
“Do you?”
She stared at him, and she shook her head. “No. I don’t. I used to fear it. There would be nights I’d lie awake wondering if they would come for me, finish me off.”
“You got it wrong.”
“I got it so wrong. Oliver?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you take me home? I feel … tired.”
He chuckled. “You don’t sound like you’re used to that feeling?”
“I’m not. I’m really not, and I’m freaking out a little. I just want to go and lie down.”
He took her hand. “I’ll take you home, and we can chat later. It?
?s time I had a little break. I’ve been working around the clock trying to get all this shit done.”
“Go and tell them that we’re going, and then we’ll go. I don’t want them chasing after us if they think you’re still waiting around.”
“Good point.”
Oliver made his way back down to the basement, saying his goodbyes, and that he’d keep in touch. He really just wanted to be with Ruby, and right now, she was clearly exhausted.
****
“What do you want to do, Landon?” Charlotte asked.
Landon looked down the table at his mother. He was sitting, drinking a cup of hot chocolate. Sarah had already gone to bed, and it was hard for him to not go upstairs and watch over her. He’d already been arguing with his parents and his brothers about what he wanted.
Moving to England seemed like the only logical explanation. Sarah would be there, and he had his uncle. The life he wanted was here though. He couldn’t deny that the need to take his rightful place as a Denton was strong. The biggest problem was his love of Sarah. She was so young, and he didn’t want to pull her into his world. When he tried to get advice from Rick, his uncle had told him straight, this was the decision that he had to make alone.
It sucked.
He was used to being told what to do.