The ’...Into You’ 2-Book Collection: Crash Into You, Melt Into You. Roni Loren

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СКАЧАТЬ getting back to you, but I had to check on a few things before I talked to you. Do you have a minute?”

      She sat up straighter at the cop’s grim tone. She worked with Tony regularly for her clients’ domestic violence cases, and knew he only reserved that tone for bad news. “Of course, what’s going on?”

      “I didn’t get your message until last night, but I ran your sister’s name through the system to make sure she hadn’t been arrested or hadn’t gotten in an accident or something. And I didn’t find either of those to be the case, but her name did pop up under something else.”

      Her grip on the phone tightened. “What do you mean?”

      “Saturday night we got called out to work an assault. Guy by the name of Nick Camden got himself beat up pretty bad.”

      Kelsey’s on-again-off-again boyfriend. The knot of anxiety in her stomach grew larger.

      “According to the report, the paramedics said your sister showed up a few minutes after the attack, running late to meet Nick. They asked her to wait for us to get there so we could talk to her, but she bailed before our officers arrived. Nick didn’t see his attacker, but he’s convinced it’s Raymond Miller, one of the big dealers in the area. Dangerous guy.” He sighed heavily. “Nick told us your sister owes this guy a lot of money. He thinks she was the intended target.”

      “Oh, my God.” She sank back in her chair.

      “Have you heard from your sister yet?”

      She closed her eyes. “No, she’s not answering her phone, and I’ve called everyone I can think of. No one has a clue where she is.”

      Another sigh. “Look, we have our guys trailing this Miller guy. He drove by your sister’s apartment this morning.”

      “So he’s still looking for her?” The thought sent goose bumps across her skin.

      “Looks that way,” he said, sounding tired. “The good news is he doesn’t seem to know where she’s hiding out. The bad news is we don’t know where to find her either. We want to offer her some protection if she’s willing to cooperate with us. We believe she has vital information that could put this guy behind bars. But we can’t do anything until we get a hold of her, and I don’t have the manpower to hunt her down. Unfortunately, Miller might.”

      Brynn pinched the bridge of her nose once more. Kelsey cooperate with the police? Not likely. After their mother’s murder and Hank’s arrest, she’d developed quite an aversion to the boys and girls in blue. No wonder her sister had run off. She was hiding from the bad guys and the good guys.

      “Tony, I promise I’ll keep doing what I can to find her and will let you know if I hear anything.”

      “Thanks, Brynn. And I’ll call you if I have any news on this end. Just be careful poking around. You don’t want to end up on this guy’s radar, too. Lie low.”

      Another thought hit her. “Wait, one more thing. Did Nick happen to say how much Kelsey owed this guy?”

      The clicking of a keyboard, then: “Looks like somewhere in the neighborhood of ten or fifteen grand.”

      Her head tilted back against her chair, the conclusion she’d spent the last day and a half trying to deny taking shape. Shit. “Thanks.”

      She hung up the phone with a trembling hand and sucked in a few long, steadying breaths to quell the adrenaline rushing through her. She knew what she had to do. For her sister, and hell, maybe for herself, too. The only question was if she could actually do it without having a total mental breakdown in the process.

      She stared at her desk calendar, the names of the women she counseled staring back at her. Women who she encouraged to take charge of their situations, to tackle their fears, to stand on their own feet and claim their lives.

      She was such a goddamned hypocrite.

      Her fists clenched and something strong and steely wrapped around the ball of fear in her chest, stifling its hold on her and straightening her spine.

      Without giving herself time to reconsider, she stepped around her desk and headed out of her office. One foot in front of the other. The steady clicking of her heels against the linoleum and her pounding heartbeat the only things filling her head. She didn’t stop until she had knocked on his office door.

      “Come in,” Reid called, and she pushed open the door. He glanced up from a box of files on his desk. Despite the temporary truce they’d forged over the weekend, she had avoided him after the obligatory greeting at the communal coffee pot that morning. If he was surprised to see her, he didn’t show it. “Hey.”

      “Hey.” Brynn squared her shoulders, trying to hold on to her newfound determination and ignore the swirl of emotions the lawyer incited in her. Seeing Reid on a daily basis was going to take some getting used to. Why couldn’t he have lost all his hair and sprouted man boobs by now? Then, she could just focus on hating him and wouldn’t have to deal with the attraction that seemed burned into her DNA. “All moved in?”

      He tapped the box in front of him. “Last one to sort through.”

      She nodded and folded her arms across her chest, lingering in the doorway, anxiety leaking into her system again. “That’s good.”

      He pulled a few files from the box and set them on the desk. “Any new leads?”

      She chewed her lip. “I’m pretty sure Kelsey’s at The Ranch. I talked to my friend at the police department and found out Kels owes a lot of money to a local dealer. They think he’s after her to pay up.”

      He frowned. “Well, The Ranch would be a great place to hide, especially if she’s looking to make some cash quickly.”

      She nodded, her throat threatening to close. Her flight response was kicking in just thinking about asking the question. Dammit. Get it together, Brynn. She reached for the doorjamb to hold herself steady.

      His blue eyes evaluated her, and his mouth sunk into a deeper frown. Before she could force out a word, he rose from his chair and crossed the room, his focus never leaving her face. She wondered

      if he was going to embrace her, ward off the panic. The thought seemed both appealing and abhorrent all at the same time.

      But he didn’t hug her. Instead, he slipped his hand into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small white card. When she didn’t make a move to take it, he grabbed her hand and with a gentle pressure uncurled her fist. He placed the card in her palm. “I told my friend to expect you around eight tonight.”

      She lifted Reid’s business card, flipped it over, and read the handwritten address. “But how did you know to make an appointment? I hadn’t even decided to do it.”

      The corner of his mouth tipped up. “Ten years may have passed, Brynn, but I still know you.”

      Anger at his knowing glance chased away the burgeoning panic. “What? That I’m a girl who willingly jumps in bed with anyone?”

      His expression hardened. “No, I was going to say because I know how protective you are of your sister. But maybe your assessment is more accurate.”

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