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I pause, my loaded fork at my lips. “Me and you?”
“Yeah.” He wipes his mouth with a napkin. “Me and you, staying safe. I’m fucking sorry, Viv, but slow turned into warp speed today. You’re in my life and in my danger now.”
Calmly, I set my fork down. “Okay. Explain.”
He leans back, settling in for it. “My father is after us, and so is his enemy; they’re ruthless men. I have a kidney my father needs to live, and his enemy will kill us to get to our sister.”
“That’s it?”
That’s a lot—six vigilante brothers and a targeted sister.
We know it, but freaking out won’t help. And it’s not Jace’s fault. All he’s ever done is protect me. So it’s time for me to saddle up.
“Alright. How can I help?” I wipe my hands on a napkin. “I have millions in a trust I can unfreeze. A Nikon and a Remington I can shoot. I?—”
He pulls back, grinning. “You can shoot a rifle?”
I nod. “Thanks to my mom, I can shoot both, and I don’t miss.”
I get all gooey with how Jace is looking at me—my poor panties.
“I don’t need your millions, Viv. We have money. Glad to know you can shoot anything that moves, but for now…” He taps my phone again. “Shoot him a text that buys us a few days.”
I shrug and type:
Staying at The Mercier
Shooting their new spa
Like stink on shit, David’s right there.
Vienna Sausage
Good
I’ll pay you a five star visit
Fucking asshole.
No
Embarrass yourself and me at my job and I’ll make sure you lose every sponsor in town
Vienna Sausage
You’re not that powerful sugar pie
Zar Rollins is
Shall I serve you a slice of what the CFO of The Mercier can do?
Jace watches, reading our exchange.
Though Jace is the deadliest bullet I have in the chamber against my ex, I can’t reveal him. Not yet.
“David knows I’m close to Zar,” I explain. “And the whole world knows Zar Rollins is married to Nick Barinov, the NFL hero. David won’t suspect Zar, but he fears him.”
Jace nods. “He should.”
