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Sawyer
I could practically hear Grace’s nerves rattle around the room. Jeremy’s loud entrance certainly didn’t help any.
I held up a hand, keeping my other behind my back and on my gun. A quick perusal of Grace’s ex told me he had a gun of his own at his side, and his hand was trembling. The full moon outside the window gave just enough light to take him in. His eyes appeared to be heavy, likely bloodshot, and his breathing was rapid.
The guy was high as a fucking kite and chose now to confront Grace, at four in the fucking morning.
“Jeremy. Put your gun on the ground,” I demanded, one hand out still, and my voice calm. I had been in worse situations; I could get through this, no problem.
He didn’t pay any attention to me. His gaze stayed locked on Grace and without looking over my shoulder at her, I knew she was shaking—I could feel it in the air.
“I knew it. I knew it, I knew it, I fucking knew it!” he shouted, waving his gun around. If that went off and he shot Grace, I would go fucking ballistic on him.
“Put. The gun. Down, Jeremy.”
“Shut the fuck up!” He swung the gun in my direction and I could hear Grace stifle a sob behind me. “She was always so fucking cold and it was all your damn fault. The damn cop. The best friend’s brother. I knew it when I watched you staring at her. But Grace there was fucking oblivious to it. Oh, she wanted you, but she had no fucking clue you wanted her too.” He carelessly pointed the gun at me, then Grace, as he spoke of us. My hand tightened around my own gun, ready to pull it out if he so much as sneezed wrong. My reflexes were quick but fuck. Grace being here brought everything to a new height.
I wasn’t going to fucking lose her the moment I finally got her. No way.
“Jeremy, let’s talk about this. Put the gun down and let’s talk.” I wasn’t a hostage negotiator but even if I was, I didn’t think Jeremy would have any desire negotiating with me. Apparently what Grace thought was a clean break, really hadn’t been.
“What brings you here, Jeremy?”
“Don’t act like my fucking friend!” he yelled, the gun swinging in my direction again. “Grace brings me here. Grace does! And finding you here in her bed pisses me the fuck off.”
“Jeremy—” Grace started from behind me. I wasn’t the praying type, but I prayed that whatever she said didn’t send Jeremy in a new rage.
“Why him? Huh, Grace? Why the cop?” Jeremy asked her, his face falling as he regarded her. “What we had could’a been so, so good, sweetheart.”
Hearing a version of what I called her, coming from another man’s lips? Yeah, didn’t do much for the ego. But I had to check that shit; right now, it was about keeping the situation under control until we could get help here to defuse the situation.
“I know I haven’t always been the most supportive, but I was under a lot of pressure at work,” Jeremy went on.
He wasn’t the most supportive? Did he not get the extent of what she went through, day after day, let alone during one of her more serious panic moments?
Just like my first opinion of him, my opinion of him now wasn’t much higher than dirt level. The man put himself first and didn’t have much thought for those around him.
He was still waving that damn gun around and I didn’t like it. I hoped Grace had at least gotten the call to 9-1-1 through; even with keeping the line open, someone should come and check out the situation.
I inched my gun out of the back of my pants, slowly lowering it to my side.
“God, Grace,” Jeremy went on, his eyes pleading with her behind me. “When we met, you were so sweet and open. What happened, Grace? What happened to us?” Suddenly the sadness in his tone turned to a sneer. “You had to bring this fucker. And whatever he told you had you turning away. Well his opinion is shit.”
And before I could register it happening, Jeremy’s gun went off.
