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Then Ian returned to the room. “We need to talk.”
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“What is it? What’s wrong?” Maggie asked.
Ian fucking hated seeing his girl upset. It felt like it was burning a hole inside him, this need demanding that he fix everything so she only ever smiled.
He paced back and forth in the living room.
Jameson had picked Maggie up and carried her in here, not bothering to remove the plug.
Now she was sitting between Jack and Jameson on the sofa, watching Ian pace.
How the hell did he tell her this? He didn’t want to upset her more.
He tugged at his hair.
“Hey, if I’m not allowed to pull my hair out, then neither are you,” she joked.
He stopped and closed his eyes. Here she was, terrified out of her mind and she was still making jokes. He let out a deep breath. Opening his eyes, he walked over and sat on the coffee table.
“That was the police.”
She sucked in a breath. “They found them?”
“In a way, yeah. Little one, they found their bodies.”
“B-bodies?” She gaped at him. “What do you m-mean?”
“Two dead bodies were found in the desert last night. Very close to where you were kidnapped. Even though the bodies had obviously been there a while, the police are pretty certain that it’s them. Obviously, they will do dental checks as well to confirm. But they’re pretty sure it’s your kidnappers.”
She grew even paler and her hand drifted up to her hair. Reaching out, he grasped hold of her hand. He could feel her shaking.
His poor girl.
Picking her up, he lifted her onto his lap and held her tight.
He stared at Jameson and Jack. His worry was reflected in their faces.
Their poor girl had been through so much, yet it seemed the universe just kept throwing more at her. While he’d rather that those assholes had been found alive, at least this meant that there wouldn’t be a trial.
Thank God.
He knew they’d all breathe easier now that the threat to her was gone.
Maggie could scarcely believewhat Ian had just told her.
Dead?
She leaned back to look up at Ian. “They’re really dead?”
He brushed a finger down her cheek. “Yes, Little girl.”
She swallowed heavily. “And I don’t have to . . . to identify anything?”
“No,” Ian said firmly. “And I wouldn’t allow it even if the cops wanted that. Understand me?”
She buried her face against his chest. But it wasn’t enough. Frustration bit at her and she growled. Ian quickly drew his top off, exposing his chest.
