Page 43 of Gunner

“Have you found the fucker who hit my daughter yet?”

That’s why he was here?

Well, shit. I could go with that.

“Nope. Waiting to hear from a friend of mine. He’s great with computers and shit. If there is anything to find, he will find it. Have you found Sarah yet?” I asked, looking down the hallway to make sure she wasn’t sneaking a peek.

The little brat better not be.

I had plans for my next birthday.

“No. But several residents told me they saw her with Scribe earlier today. Do you know why he would be with my daughter?”

I shook my head. “I have no fucking clue, man.”

Looking at my watch, I noted the time. I was not above throwing Scribe under the bus. Fucker wanted to make my life a living hell. Well, let’s see how well he runs from a Marine Sniper. “Scribe told me he has an appointment with Morgan at two today. If you hurry, you might catch him.”

Mike nodded, looking around my place. “Nice cabin. You do it yourself?”

“Yeah.” I barely said, wondering where he was going with this new line of questioning. I wasn’t big into small talk at the moment. I needed to get him the hell out of here before shit hit the fan.

“Solid tongue in groove. What did you use? Cedar, cypress or oak?”

“Uh, cypress, I think,” looking over my shoulder, spotting Sarah’s head poking out of my bedroom. Waving her back in, I turned back just as Mike picked up the pregnancy test.

Shit.

This was not good.

“Holly pregnant?”

“Not that I’m aware of.” Quickly checking to make sure the scaredy-cat was back in her hiding space.

I was going to spank her little ass the second her dad left.

“Then who does it belong to?”

“Uh...well. Um. I’m not...” I stuttered, taking a step back as Mike laid the test back on the counter and slowly walked over to the microwave on the kitchen counter as something captured his attention.

When my eyes saw what he was looking at, my heart started beating furiously in my chest. Sweat beaded on my forehead. A wave of dizziness washed over me as I saw my life flash before my eyes.

And it wasn’t pretty!

“Gunner, why do you have my daughter’s phone and keys laying on your kitchen counter?”

“Uh...” I gulped, before saying the stupidest thing I could have ever come up with. “Mike. I can explain that.”

“SARAH ELIZABETH BREWER!” Mike roared so loudly I actually saw my windows shake.

Please don’t come out.

Please don’t come out.

Please don’t come out.

“Yes, daddy?”

I cursed, hanging my head and that’s when I heard a growl, so menacingly I damn near pissed my pants.