Page 141 of I Know Your Secret
I have a feeling she’s not mad at me, but more mad at everything bearing down on us at once, and this is the way it’s all coming out of her, but I could be wrong.
She could pull that trigger and kill me.
“Pretty poison, listen... We can discuss this at length when things have calmed down, but now’s not the time for…” A shot rings out as she fires, the bullet whizzing past me and piercing the wall beside me as I jump to the right, pulling my own piece from my boot, thinking someone’s found us.
It takes me a moment to realize that Greer is the one who shot at me.
Brian has her weapon kicked away from her, and she is in a chokehold.
Her wild eyes are filled with tears as she hyperventilates.
“Let her go.” I get off the floor.
Bear’s growling from the crate Chase had coaxed him into before Brian lost an ankle.
“She tried to kill you!”
Brian’s logic means nothing to me. The longer he holds her, his touch on something that belongs to me, the more the lines of our friendship blur.
I stand before him now, my gun pressed to the middle of his forehead instead of hers. “Get your fucking hands off her.”
“Let’s take a beat, Brian,” Chase says, wheeling toward the sliding glass doors, and I hear them open.
“You’re going to forget everything we’ve been through over some woman?”
She’s not just some fucking woman!
I want to scream it at him.
Shit, I want to shout it from the fucking rooftop, but I only growl at him. “Go with Chase.”
He sloughs off as he’s commanded, and my eyes and aimed weapon follow him.
The sliding glass door slams behind him, and I won’t be surprised if there’s a crack in it.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. It was an accident, at least, I think it was. I wanted you to listen to me, andyou weren’t…” She’s frantically rambling through sobs, and I try hard not to find it so fucking adorable.
I pull her into me, wrapping around her. “I’m proud of you.”
“What?! How can you say that? I nearly just killed you.”
“You didn’t.”
“Koen…” she breathes, when I take her lips by storm.
“No. I deserve more than a warning shot, Greer. I won’t fault you for it. Fuck, I wouldn’t fault you for killing me. It would probably be better for all involved if you did so.”
“Don’t say that,” she whispers, still reeling from everything.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Brian. I would have, with time. We need him on this.”
Her eyes grow calculating momentarily. “Shaw?”
“A fuck wit, but a damn good detective. Hence why I had to get Brian to go with him.”
She grins. “That’s why they didn’t see you come in and out of my room. Brian was a distraction.”
I smirk. “He was.”
