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It’s the truth.
“You think you could identify the apartment building you left?” Grant asks me.
“I can try.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t push her right—” Perry starts but Grant quiets him with a look.
“It’s now or never and you know it.” My brother’s voice is low and dark. Ominous.
Perry nods, glancing down at me. “Do you want to go look?”
“Not in your car,” Grant says, shaking his head. “That monstrosity is too loud.”
I almost want to laugh because my brother is right. I know Perry loves his Chevelle, but it is pretty loud.
“We can all go in the BMW,” Finn suggests, ever the peacemaker. He loves being a hard-ass most of the time, but I’ve noticed he tries to soften Grant up.
Much like Perry does for Winston.
I’m surprised he isn’t here. Glad for it though—all of thatalpha man, I’m in chargeattitude is bad enough with the three men currently surrounding me. Winston would send it completely over the top.
“Come on.” Perry removes his arm from me but immediately takes my hand. “Let’s go.”
Within minutes we’re in Grant’s car, me sitting in the passenger seat as my brother drives slowly along the path I took. When he comes to a particular building with a parking lot next to it, I ask him to stop, staring at it in silence. My skin grows colder the longer I look at it, and I release a shaky breath.
“That’s it.” I point at the building. “That’s where I was.”
“Charlotte, damn girl. You ran like, a few miles,” Finn observes from the back seat. “At least five.”
I would’ve run twenty if I had to. I was desperate to get away from him.
Perry leans forward, until he’s in between the two front seats, his warm gaze on my face. “Should we go inside? Look for his apartment? You can say no, Charlotte.”
Grant literally growls, gripping the steering wheel.
“I—I don’t remember his apartment number,” I admit, which is true. Recalling I saw his vehicle when I left, I scan the parking lot, but the lot is mostly empty. “I don’t even think he’s there. His car was in the parking lot when I ran out, and now it’s gone.”
“What was he driving?”
“I think it was a Porsche. Definitely a small sports car. Black. A two-seater.”
Grant nods, his jaw tight as he watches the parking lot. “We could sit here and wait for him to return.”
“If he’s smart, he won’t return. Not tonight,” Perry points out.
“I just want to go home,” I admit, my voice small.
Grant glances over at me. “You want to go back to Mom and Dad’s?”
That sounds so downright… quaint, him calling our parents “Mom and Dad.” And it’s interesting that he assumes that’s what I consider home.
“No.” I shake my head, glancing over at Perry, who’s terribly close. His face is practically in mine and I can see the stubble lining his jaw. The exhaustion in his gaze. “I want to go back to our apartment.”
Perry nods once. “Let’s go back to the deli and I’ll take her home.”
“This is bullshit.” Grant slams his hand against the steering wheel, making me jump. “Why would we leave now when we’re so close? You really just want him to get away with this shit, Constantine?”
“Fuck you,” Perry mutters. “The moment I see that McAsshole, you know I’ll kill him. And I’d rather take care of my traumatized wife tonight versus spending the rest of my life in jail for murder.”
