Page 48 of My Silver Fox Savior

“Oh, how lovely, Gracey,” Damon says with shit-eating sarcasm.

I twist the barrel of the gun, causing him to whine and shift against me. He quickly cuts it off when he remembers his men can see and hear us, but I can sense how much effort it takes him.

“I heard you talking! You said you were going to put us intrucks,” Grace yells.

“Eavesdropping little bitch.”

I snap—a mini blackout—and when I “wake up,” I realize I’ve smashed Damon over the back of the head with my gun. His men rush toward me. I catch Damon before he can fall, then heft his body up, putting the gun against his head again.

“Grace,” I say over my shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“I need your help.”

The little girl is heartbreakingly eager. “Yeah?”

“I’ve got a digital camera in my pocket. I want you to take it out and start recording.”

“Yes, sir,” she says right away.

“What game are you playing?” Damon groans, slowly returning to his senses.

“This isn’t a fucking game,” I growl, resisting the urge to hit him again … for now.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

LILY

“I’m so happy you’re as crazy as me,” I whisper as I put a playing card on the coffee table.

Maddie grins over at me from the other side as she places a card down. “Who can say no to a sleepover? Anyway, I’m not the one with work tomorrow.”

“Work,” I say, nodding, my stomach tight. “Yeah, but I know I’m not going to sleep. He’s doing something tonight. I don’t know what it is. It sounded like he planned to get reckless, but he wouldn’t tell me.”

“Because you’re not supposed to know,” Maddie says lightly. “Are you? Unless you want to lose your job …”

“I don’t want that, obviously,” I sigh, placing another card now. “Snap,” I add halfheartedly. “You let me win that one.”

“Anything so you wipe that look off your face.”

“Can I genuinely care this much?”

“Canyou care? What do you mean?” Maddie asks.

“I don’t even know him, but I want to be with him now and in the future. I want to see where it goes, but that’s the cruel thing. It’s not going to go anywhere. It can’t.”

“Not everything has to go somewhere,” Maddie says, shrugging. “Maybe you could have some fun?”

“I broke down on him,” I tell her. “I couldn’t stop crying. I couldn’t stop hating that he was going to leave me, and that was afterdays. After weeks, months, I think it’d break me.”

“I’m so sorry, Lily. I wish I had answers.”

“I’m just glad you’re here.”

We play quietly some more, and then Maddie says, “If you think he’s doing something tonight, you could text him and ask. You could explain that you know you said you didn’t want to know, but it’s eating you up. It’s not like work has the right to check your personal cell, so they’d never know.”

“That work situation is a joke, anyway,” I snap.

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