Page 104 of Heartbreak Hero

He knew them.

Jack and Laura Jones.

Sara’s parents.

He wouldn’t jump to any conclusions, but he couldn’t stop the fear from growing that something had happened to Sara.

Laura Jones settled her cool green eyes on him. The woman wore her hair in loose dark curls around her face. Her pantsuit looked custom-made. The diamonds around her neck were very real.

Jack Jones wore a black power suit with a Rolex on his wrist and looked every inch the billionaire he was.

Cups of half-finished coffee and scones were on the low table in front of the sofa, and by the laughter he’d heard when he entered the room, both couples seemed right at home with each other.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Levi asked Jack Jones.

“Making you take responsibility!” the man snapped, shoving to his feet.

“Everyone just calm down,” Olivia said, holding Levi’s hand tightly.

Calm was so far off his fucking radar right now that they’d be lucky if he didn’t tear them all new assholes.

But he had one more question.

“Where’s Sara?”

The gardens were really lovely.

With the slight warm breeze and the sun shining overhead, Sara tipped her head back and gazed upward.

Soaking in the warmth.

She needed every bit of heat she could get. Her palms were ice cold and her face felt hot.

It was a sign of nerves, she knew it.

Ever since the day she’d overheard her father with his lawyer, she had been sick to her stomach with nerves.

Ana had flown in from Texas to help her confront her parents. Ana reminded them that while she was adopted, Sara could emancipate herself from them.

“What?” Laura had clutched a hand to her own chest and stared at her wide-eyed.

Jack Jones frowned and shook his head.

“We only want what’s best for you,” her adopted father said.

“I understand,” Sara said patiently. “But you’re not hearing me. I can’t marry Justin. I don’t love him.”

“You can’t marry a nobody!” Laura hissed, grabbing her husband’s arm.

“He’s not a nobody! He works at a legitimate job as a bodyguard. He works for the government,” Sara said hotly, making sure she kept what Levi did vague.

“That’s a commoner.” Laura sniffed.

“For the love of hell, mother. This isn’t the nineteenth century,” Sara said, glaring.

“Levi Huxley is not a nobody,” Ana said and pulled out her phone.

“What?” Sara jerked around and stared at Ana.

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