Page 48 of Jonny’s Redemption

He wanted to ask her what followed her and he would as soon as she was sitting in front of him. What he wasn’t going to do was argue with her via text. He also wasn’t going to prolong finding her but he knew she wasn’t going to tell him. Which meant he’d find alternate means.

Are you safe?

Jonny was back in his truck driving down to Chasin’s when she finally answered.

You know how to gut a girl, Jonny Spencer.

He parked in front of Evie and Chasin’s and had his fingers moving over the screen explaining that wasn’t an answer when she texted back.

Yes.

Chasin had the front door open by the time Jonny made it to the porch.

“I was getting ready to call you,” Chasin said and stepped to the side to allow Jonny passage. “Evie said Bobby blew out of here about fifteen minutes ago.”

Fifteen minutes. Where could Bobby have driven in fifteen minutes? A place where she was safe? She obviously wasn’t driving if she was texting him. There was no chance Bobby was behind the wheel fiddling with her phone. He’d heard her get into heated debates about texting and driving. She was firmly in the ‘texting while driving should be a felony, not a ticket’ camp. So he was positive she’d stopped somewhere.

Jonny ignored the tingle of awareness he felt every time he entered Chasin’s house. A home that once belonged to Nixon’s father. The place held some of Jonny’s best memories but also one of his worst. Chasin had killed a man right in the very spot Jonny now stood. A man who’d beaten Bobby, terrorized Evie, and had shot Holden. He didn’t understand why Evie had insisted on buying the house and property from Nix. More, he couldn’t believe Nixon had agreed. But he had, and now Chasin and Evie owned the Swagger farm. And Evie had restored the old farmhouse well past the glory of days gone by.

He caught sight of Evie sitting on the couch. Her hands were on her belly, red-rimmed eyes pointed Jonny’s way.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I overreacted. Damn pregnancy hormones. I should’ve handled it better but when she told me that son of a bitch belted her and she couldn’t sleep on her back for a week because it hurt so bad I lost it. She finally opened up to me and I threw drama at her. Then she took off and I couldn’t stop her.”

Fresh tears hit Evie’s eyes and Chasin moved across the foyer into the living room and sat next to his woman. Evie burrowed close and shook her head as if she were trying to dislodge the same vision Jonny had—a beautiful little blonde girl being beaten by the man who was supposed to love and care for her.

Motherfucker.

Jonny was not of the same mind as Chasin. He didn’t give a shit how Bobby’s father was living—it wasn’t near the punishment he deserved and Jonny couldn’t let it stand. But that was a topic for another day, a day where his woman hadn’t run from him, and Evie wasn’t bawling her eyes out.

“There was nothing you could’ve done to stop her from leaving,” Jonny told Evie. “And whatever your response was, pregnant or not, it was honest. It was real and it was raw. It was exactly what Bobby needed to see. She has to understand that she’s found her family, a real family, and the people around her love deeply. You wouldn’t have reacted the way you did if you didn’t.”

A real family.

Goddamn, if that didn’t hit home, straight to the core of all his issues. Jonny had been floating through life with no real family. And that was by design, because family didn’t lie to each other. So he’d kept everyone at bay fighting the bonds Nix, Chasin, Jameson, Weston, Alec, and Holden had been attempting to deepen.

That was something Jonny was going to rectify. But first, he needed to find Bobby, therefore, he made a call to the one person who could help him.

He dialed McKenna.

“Hi, Jonny.”

“Hey, Micky. Do you have time to do me a favor?”

“Of course. What do you need?”

Okay, he needed to scratch Micky, Evie, Kennedy, Silver, and most recently Charleigh onto the list of people who had tried to pull Jonny fully into the fold. Macy knew Jonny too well to try. His sister-in-law had long since learned Jonny preferred to keep his distance and had stopped reaching out.

Damn, he was a dick.

“Can you trace Bobby’s cell and tell me where she is?”

“Sure.”

Jonny didn’t miss the amusement in Micky’s tone. The irony wasn’t lost on him. Countless times in the past Jonny had left the room when Micky was working her hacking magic. Bound by oath, he couldn’t ask her how or where she dug up her intel. It was an unspoken decree that had protected them all. Now there he was, asking Micky to break the law.

“Um. I don’t understand.”

“Understand what?” Jonny asked. “Can you not track her phone?”