“His sister was raped. Mace has tracked down the guys he thinks are responsible. But I'm so scared. I'm scared he’s going to front up there alone and try and handle this himself. Will you come with me?” I asked, my voice small.
“Of course. Of course I will, you just tell me when and I'll swing past and pick you up.”
“Thank you,” I said, relieved. “I'll text you, okay?”
I don't know if I felt relieved, but I definitely felt better about the whole situation. I had a plan—it might not be very good one, but it was a plan nonetheless.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Leeta
“So, you just turn up on this guy's doorstep and expect him to spill his guts?” It didn't sound that much of a plan to me. It was later that evening, and Mace had stopped over. I assumed on his way to confront the buyer. I had already texted Ben, ready for him to pick me up once Mace had left.
“Yep, that's what I'm thinking. Are you ready?” he asked looking over at me.
My mouth fell open. “You mean you’re letting me come?”
“If I've learned anything by now it’s that there’s nothing that I can say that is going to stop you doing what you want.” He kissed the top of my head and walked towards the door.
Shit. That wasn't part of the plan.
“Wait,” I called out. “We, uh, we can't go yet.”
“Why?” Mace asked, confused. “We don't have time to waste. We need to get moving.” The doorbell rang. I bit my lip, trying to ignore his confused look as I raced to answer the door.
This is not good.
Hey.” Ben smiled at me. I smiled back, trying not to notice how sexy he looked in his jeans, white tee, shirt and jacket. I turned around and smiled at Mace, who was glaring at me.
“Okay, so I didn't actually think you were going to let me go with you,” I began.
How the hell was I going to get myself out of this mess?
Mace and Ben in the same room with me? That was a train wreck waiting to happen.
“Leet, who the fuck is this guy?” Mace growled, his eyes shooting daggers at me.
“This is Ben,” I said weakly.
“Ben?” repeated Mace, his voice dark. “As in your ex-fiancé Ben?”
“The one and only.” I laughed. This is so not funny. “Look, I called him because I didn't think you were going to let me go with you. There was no way in hell I was going to let you go there alone.”
“Fine, but why him? Why couldn't you've called Tim or someone?”
“Hey,” Ben said, waving. “Right here.”
“Tim?” I snorted, ignoring Ben. “You’ve got to be kidding me! What use would he be if you were knocked unconscious and dragged inside this dude’s house?”
“Great, so he knows everything?” He shook his head in disgust and stormed outside. I pushed Ben out the door, slamming it shut, and raced after Mace.
“Just put your ego aside for one second and think about your sister, okay? Can you do that?” I asked, grabbing his arm. “This isn't about you and me. Or Ben. It's about finding these guys, right?”
Mace nodded, but his expression told me he was far from happy with the whole situation.
“Fine. Let's go.”
I jumped in the front or his car, Ben getting in the back. Mace turned to me, a snide look on his face.