Wicked Sinner (Dangerous Love 2)

Boone nodded. “Always ready.”

Rhett gave a quick flick of his chin.

Asher unlocked Remy’s cell phone with the password she’d given him before she headed off to the bank. He fired off the text to the number that had texted Remy’s last night with just the words “three days.”

I’ve got what you requested. Let’s meet downtown.

Not even a couple seconds passed before he got a text back.

Meet at the square. Five o’clock.

“King’s smart, I’ll give him that,” Asher said, confirming the place and time. “He picked the square to meet at rush hour.” The square was in downtown Whitby Falls, full of restaurants and pubs.

“He’s better than smart,” Boone said with a frown. “He’s well connected. That has proven to give him an advantage time and time again.”

“Then we’ll need to be smarter,” Asher countered.

Boone’s gaze lit up, and he gave a slow building smile. “I’ve seen that look before. What do you have planned?”

Asher had been over it all last night while Remy slept tucked safely in his arms. He’d thought out every scenario and every outcome. He’d considered the danger, the risks, and everything in between, until all he had left was a solid plan. “The only plan that I think will keep Remy safe.”

Rhett leaned forward with interest. “Tell me—”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Josh Silver, Remy’s lawyer, said with a knock on the door. “I thought I’d come let you know we’re all done at the bank. Just wondered if you needed me for anything else before I head off?”

Asher quickly rose and offered his hand. “Thanks for coming in so quickly, Josh. Appreciate it.” They’d all gone to school with Josh’s older brother, who looked nearly identical to Josh with his amber eyes and blond stylish hair.

Josh shook his hand. “No worries, glad to help.”

Asher peeked out into the hallway, discovering it empty. “Where’s Remy?”

“She left.”

A beat. “What do you mean she left?”

“She said she had somewhere to go,” Josh said slowly, looking between the men, obviously realizing he’d messed up. “Sorry, was I not supposed to let her leave?”

Boone rose. “Did she have the money with her?”

“Ah…”—Josh scanned the faces in the room—“yeah, it’s her money, I didn’t think to not let her leave.”

“Call me if you find her,” Asher barked the order. He didn’t wait for Boone’s or Rhett’s response. He booked it through the station, hoping to hell that his new wife didn’t do anything stupid.

Chapter 22

Beneath the sunny sky on Remy’s rooftop garden, she sat in between her raised flowerbeds and sipped her Quick Luck tea made of one part orange peel, one part rose hips, and one part camellia. She already knew that Asher was arranging the time for the money drop later today, and right now, she needed a little peace in all the madness. She regretted not grabbing Salem on the way, wishing for some feline love, but her heart and head felt too jumbled to have even thought of anything at all but her need to come to her garden. Her one place of total peace. She reached out next to her, touching the leaves of the devil’s claw that had been dying. Now the plant thrived. The leaves were bright green and perky. Not much of a shock. After today, there was no danger around Remy anymore. At least none that didn’t involve her heart.

“Everyone is looking for you.”

Remy sighed. Of course the peace wouldn’t last. She glanced up to see Kinsley approaching while Peyton waited by the ladder, a cell phone pressed to her ear. A call to Boone, no doubt. “Figured as much,” Remy replied with a shrug. “I didn’t want to worry everyone. I was going to call Asher and let him know I came home, but I just needed a minute alone before everything got even crazier.”

Kinsley dropped down, sitting cross-legged in front of Remy, her eyes fraught with worry. “Sweetie, you look so sad. What’s wrong?”

Remy’s heart felt like it had gone through a cheese grater. “I married Asher this morning.”

Kinsley’s mouth dropped open, but it was Peyton who sputtered as she sidled up to them, “Okay, that happened fast.”

“Too fast, I think,” Remy admitted, realizing she should have thought harder about what the wedding woul