Page 57 of Shattered Hearts
No one hurts my wife.
He had a wild glint in his eyes, like he wanted to rip Troy apart for hurting me. Like he was worried.
After that, I didn’t think. I just acted.
But sooner or later, I’ll be gone from Finn’s life. Harper will get her shit together, and Finn will be hers.
Hers. Not mine.
So why am still I drawn to him like a moth to a flame?
My downward spiral continues until we pull to a stop outside South Gate. After Finn and the security guy make eye contact, the wall splits open in the middle and rolls apart.
My heart thumps double-time as we accelerate through the gate and wind around the main road toward the garage.
We didn’t speak a word the whole trip home, but now that we’re back, we’ll have to say something.I’m so mixed up inside, I don’t know whether to apologize for my lapse in judgment, or just act like it never happened.
Finn slows, maneuvering the bike into the small maze that is the Gallagher garage. There’s one lot for service and delivery vehicles outside and to the left, another for pickup crews dead ahead, and a third to our right for the sports cars and other vehicles Finn and the rest of the residents drive.
As we pull toward the fancy car lot, I spot the van that Troy was thrown into. How they beat us here is a mystery, unless Finn took a detour. I guess I must have zoned out.
“As much as I like the way you feel wrapped around me, we have to get off.” Finn rests a hand on my thigh. “I need to see your dad.”
I swing my leg over the bike and remove the helmet. “Why?”
“Policy.” Finn takes the helmet from me and sets it on the seat. “Plus, I’ve got first dibs on fuckface. We didn’t get enough out of him back there…”
His reference reminds me of the throb in my hand. I still need that ice. “Okay.”
“Your things should be in my room by now.”
Wait a damn minute. “You expect me to go up there? By myself?”
“Yeah. You know where it is?”
“I…yes, but…I can’t do that.”
He shoots me an impatient glare. “Why not?”
“Why not?” I squeak. My cheeks heat as I run my fingers through my helmet-mussed hair. “I can’t just walk into an enforcer’s suite?—”
“Says who?” I must be imagining the way he steps in closer to me. “You’re my wife, aren’t you?”
His wife. Oh, yeah. I’m impersonating Harper.
I’ve only been back on Gallagher property for a few minutes, and already I’ve regressed to my teenage self, worried about what Thomas Brennan will do if he thinks I’m fooling around with one of his men. My horror at my own slip leaves me speechless.
“Did you forget already?” His lips curl up in a half grin.
“Umm…” There’s no way I’m going to admit that I did.
“I’ll let you know what we find out.” Finn’s promise is like a hand slapping me awake after death.
He’s going to keep me in the loop?
No one keeps me in the loop. Even in my informant days, Dad never told me everything about the situations he sent me into. Finn is treating me like an equal, like a teammate, as though we’re going to face this crazy predicament we’re intogether.
The idea of being in this together is so unexpectedly…meaningful, I have no idea what to say to Finn.