Page 62 of Resisting His Charm
I’m hoping my tests come back as a perfect match. I’m her only sibling. Ishouldbe a match. And there’s nothing I wouldn’t give my sister. “I still need to be here for Imogen.”
“I’m not saying you shouldn’t be here to support Imogen. We all want to be here for her. I’m saying you shouldn’t let someone else get what you want.”
“When did you become an expert on relationships? Come to think of it, when have you even had one?” I raise a brow at him.
“Never and don’t put that kind of curse on me. But you… you’ve already fallen. And, honestly, you’ve been a miserable, grouchy bastard since Poppy left your naked ass in the middle of the night. Everyone thinks so, which is why I’m here telling you to snap the fuck out of it.” Elias points at the folder again. “Read the fucking file and stop being a pussy.”
The waitress comes with our meals. Once she leaves, I open the folder and start reading. “She moved to LA? Why?”
“No idea, but she’s renting an apartment.” Elias shrugs.
I turn a piece of paper over and find a police report. “What’s this?”
“The report filed when her mother died,” Elias explains.
“Her mother was a cop?” I ask him.
“Seems that way,” Elias says around a mouthful of steak.
Steak… The last time I had a steak was at Poppy’s ranch. Fucking hell, I really need to get a grip on this shit. I continue reading. Because, well, now that I’ve opened the can, there’s no point closing it.
Her mother was killed on the job.
“Wait. What the fuck?” I look up at Elias as soon as my eyes land on the name of the main suspect in the case. “Tell me this isn’t true?”
No wonder she fucking ran…
“It’s not. I have no idea why that’s in the report, but someone is covering something because we weren’t anywhere near Texas at that time.”
“You’re one-hundred percent certain?” I press him.
“Yes.”
I slam the manilla folder closed and stand. “I have to go.”
I have a woman to hunt down and set some things straight. She ran because she thought my uncle’s cartel killed her mother.
On my way out of the restaurant, I message the pilot. I need to get to LA. And as soon as I get into the car, I call my sister.
“I’m fine,” she answers.
“Okay, hello to you too, sunshine.”
“You called me an hour ago, Sammie J. Nothing has changed since then.”
“I have to go to LA. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. But I can come back anytime you need me.”
“I’ll be fine. Why are you going to LA?”
“Ah…” Shit, this is not a conversation I want to have with my sister. Her life is literally hanging on by a thread, and I’m chasing a girl down.
“Sammie J, why are you going to LA?” Imogen repeats.
“Poppy moved to LA.”
“And you’re going to go track her down?”
“Yeah, something like that,” I admit.
