Page 133 of Back in the Saddle

“You haven’t lost me, Jessie,” he whispered.

“Let me rephrase. Nowyouneed to figure out what to do after throwing me away.”

Jeff sure flinched at that.

Even Javi grunted at the weight of my blow.

I was so angry and hurt, I was beyond caring.

I yanked my arm from his hold, slid my gaze through Javi, who was sporting an open look of concern that made his male beauty exponentially more beautiful, and he had it aimed at me, and then I turned and jogged in the direction I was brought in.

I hit the sidewalk, stood there and pulled my phone out of my bag to call an Uber.

And yeah.

I had seventeen missed calls and not a small amount of texts.

I was about to hit go on a ride, then start phoning people to tell them I was okay, when a line of Denalis sped down the block and came to a dramatic halt opposite me.

The men rolled out, and they did “as a unit” a whole lot better than us Angels did (for your information, “the men” were Mace, Cap, Roam, Knox, Liam…and Eric).

The first ones formed a huddle around me.

Eric got in my space, cupped my face in both hands and dipped close to me, his eyes roaming everywhere.

“You okay?” he asked.

“So you do track my phone.”

“Answer me, babe.”

“I’m fine. They didn’t hurt me. It was my brother. By the way, I believe Mountain’s first name is Javier, since he goes by Javi.”

A quick glance over my head, then back to me. “They were here?”

“Yep.”

All the men but Eric took off.

I pulled out of Eric’s hold, turned to look over my shoulder, and called after them, “You won’t find them!”

This had no effect. They kept motoring, or, I should say, they took off so fast, I couldn’t see any of them, so I turned back to Eric.

“Are you okay?” he repeated.

“Apparently, I was a pain in my brother’s ass, which he decided to interpret as needing to give me a break from him. Though, he made it clear that mostly his vanishing was about me being a pain in his ass.”

Eric’s mouth tightened.

“I really want to go home, Turner,” I stated.

He slid an arm around my shoulders, came to my side so he could tuck me into his, and murmured, “Then let’s get you home.”

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Eric didn’t takeme to my Mini that was still at The Surf Club.

He took me to the Oasis.

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