Page 56 of The Only Heart that Matters

“We parked at my place and walked down. We’re fine.”

The Hell they are. These two must be out of their minds if they think I’m going to let them walk home at midnight alone. Especially after my chat with Laurie.

“Let me get my coat. I’ll walk you.”

Daisy huffs. “It’s three blocks, Angus. Relax.”

“I’ll relax when I know you’re home safe. Be right back.”

I run up to my apartment and grab my coat and hat, but by the time I get back, they’re gone.

“They’ll be fine, boss,” Laurie says. Her expression says she’s amused by my antics. She shakes her head at me like I’m ridiculous.

My sister and Mia may be fine. I, however, am nowhere close.

Pulling the bar door open, I can hear the two of them giggling before I spot them two blocks up, arm and arm running like little kids getting away with something. Following behind them but hanging back, my heart speeds up when they round the corner onto Daisy’s street and disappear from sight. I pick up my pace and round the corner just as the front door closes behind them. Leaving an unlit front door that I don’t hear Daisy lock behind her. Standing on the sidewalk outside the house I pull my phone out, cursing them as my thumbs get to work.

Angus: Lock the damn door and turn on your front porch light.

Daisy: Oh, my God. Did you seriously follow us home?

Angus: Just do it.

Daisy: I think you need to talk to Dr. Laughlin about these new stalking tendencies. It’s creepy.

I have a hell of a lot more to discuss with my doctor than making sure Daisy and Mia get home safely, but this will probably make the list. Along with my conversation with Laurie and how badly I wanted to rip Rhen’s limbs from his body. The entire night will make the list, I’m sure.

Regardless, I’m not moving until I know they’re safe inside.

The light turns on and I hear the deadbolt slide into place. My blood pressure drops. Not counting my mom, my two favorite women are in that house.

Angus: Thank you.

Daisy: Love you, Gus. Now go away.

Angus: Love you, sis.

I take my time on the short walk back to the bar. The icy air cools my lungs, and I will it to clear my head and quell the burning rage inside me. The one that wants to destroy any man who so much as looked at Daisy and Mia in anything less than an appropriate way.

That’s my sister and my wife we’re talking about. I would murder anyone who caused them harm.

And yes, I realize I just called Mia my wife.

Fake or not, she’s mine and fuck any other man who goes near her.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Mia

“Mia, there you are,” Blakely, the clinic’s office manager says, popping her head into the breakroom. My heart drops, wondering why she’s looking for me.

I’ve felt sick to my stomach since handing her my paperwork this morning. I did list Angus as my emergency contact but left the box that asks how the person’s related to you blank. She must have noticed something off about my forms.

Shit.

“I wanted to give you this.” She hands me an envelope with my name written in beautiful handwriting on the front and takes a seat next to me on the ultra-plush couch that matches a second couch and two oversized armchairs. They really spared no expense when designing this place.

“What’s this?” I ask, relieved it’s not about my employment paperwork.

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