Page 79 of Heartbreak Hero

“Oooh,” West sang from his spot at the table, and Levi flipped the guy off with a scowl.

West cackled and went back to eating his food.

Rowan and King were already sitting at the table and eating as well, but there was no sign of Ana.

When Sara was done with filling the second plate, he took that from her and carried both dishes to the table.

Once she was seated, he returned to the counter and poured himself a coffee in a white mug and orange juice for her in a crystal glass. When he placed the juice by her plate and took a seat next to her, Sara gave a curious glance at the juice and back to him.

“I noticed you don’t drink coffee,” he said with a smile.

Sara gave a slight laugh and took several sips of the juice.

“Not like him,” West interjected with a grin. “Levi has caffeine running through his veins.”

“Stow it,” he grunted at West.

“You have stock in Folgers?” Sara teased, her green gaze dancing with laughter.

Levi laughed and shrugged. “No, but almost.” Levi aimed a glare at West. “You’re one to talk.”

West just snickered into his own cup of coffee.

“So how are we going to play this?” Rowan asked, drawing their attention.

“You talking about questioning the perp?” West asked, and when Rowan nodded, West continued. “We go in, get answers, and then go from there.”

“We can’t get answers the typical way,” King said with a stern look at West.

“Ooooh.” West’s eyes went wide and darted to Sara.

“What?” Sara asked around a bite of bacon. “You can’t beat them up, pull off their finger nails, or shoot them in the head when I’m there?”

Levi choked on a swallow of coffee and gasped for breath. Sara gently patted him on the back.

West lost it, he howled with laughter and pounded on the table so much so that Rowan lifted his coffee mug from the surface to keep it from sloshing over.

King smirked.

“Your world may be foreign to me, but I’m not naive.” Sara gave them a dry smile, her hand rubbing up and down Levi’s back. “I’ve been through some tough things and I’ve come out alive.”

“You mean what happened in Seattle?” Levi asked, clearing his throat.

“That and the attacks here…” She took a deep breath. “Plus, I was kidnapped when I was eight.”

Levi promptly took her hand. “I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah. They tried to get both me and Shane, but my brother got away. He was able to alert my family’s security, and I was recovered two hours later.”

“Are they dead?” Levi growled flatly.

“I don’t know,” she said, meeting his eyes. “I think so, though.”

“Good.”

“Anyway, my point is that I was raised in high-society with a buttload of money, and there were threats around every corner. I’m not a marshmallow.”

Levi leaned closer to murmur against the shell of her ear. “You feel like one.”

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