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“Come on, Luna. You can stay at my place,” Sean said, averting his gaze from Hunter’s icy stare.
“Over my dead body,” Hunter bellowed, the cords of his neck taut. “You were staying with her at the cottage, but you still let that,” Hunter said, pointing at the dwelling, “happen.”
“Iletit happen? Screw you, man.”
“Where were you?” Hunter demanded.
“Hunter…” I cautioned.
“Jogging, not that it’s any of your business.”
Hunter stepped forward. “You should have been here. Making sure she was safe.”
“So, this is my fault now?”
“It’s no one’s fault,” I said, stepping between them.
“And where were you?” Sean demanded.
“Prosecuting lowlifes.”
“This isyourproperty.Yoursecurity system and team,” Sean said. “You want someone to blame here, look at yourself in the mirror.”
“Franco’s the one to blame,” I said. “And arguing with each other isn’t solving anything.”
“You’re staying with me,” Sean said.
“Not a chance,” Hunter spat through gritted teeth.
“She’s not your possession.” Sean pointed his finger toward Hunter.
“You think I would put her life in your incompetent hands?”
“Hunter…”
“The hell did you just say to me?” Sean stepped forward but was brought to an abrupt halt by the bodyguard’s strong hand on his chest.
“You really think you can take me down?” Hunter asked.
Sean was taller and bigger, so the odds had to be stacked in his favor.
“You’re too much of a chicken to let me try. You hide behind your bodyguards, so you never get your hands dirty.”
This time, Hunter was the one to launch, but thankfully, Adam stopped him and pushed him back.
“Enough!” I faced my longtime friend.
“Sean,” I said, “you live an hour outside the city, two hours during rush hour. And between the two of us, we have zero vehicles, so that won’t work.” I’d decided not to repair the Kia. In speaking with the repair shop, the thing was dying a slow death. Searching for a new car was on my never-ending to-do list. Point was, right now we didn’t have a vehicle between us.
“I think it would be best…if you left for the night,” I added.
Sean looked at me with a menacing glare that made my hairs stand on end. His expression was intense and intimidating, but I could also sense something else deep in his gaze—a hint of rejection.
I hated that I felt like I was choosing sides, because if that were the case, Sean had been my friend for years. He was the person who had been loyal to me, and if I could reasonably stay with him for a while, I would in a heartbeat.
But logistically, his place would not work. And truthfully, I didn’t feel safe, going to a hotel. Not with Franco out there.
Plus, it was just for the night. Tomorrow, I could reevaluate where I’d stay—and for how long—after the shock of this all wore off and I had a good night’s sleep.
