Page 26 of Soaring Free
“Do you think it’s a good idea for The Cavalry to ride on over to Shane’s penthouse tonight? No? I know I don’t want to bail our brothers out tonight, plus it would be all the way in Nashville and that sounds like a lot of work, okay? So, I’m going withprobablyto try and keep the peace.” I raise my eyebrow at her as I justify my peace-making efforts with our brothers.
“Yeah, like Liam would ever end up in a jail cell.” Vivian snickers. She’s not wrong. We don’t actually know what Liam does, but his company does something with the Department of Defense and he knows people in every law enforcement branch out there—and probably ones I don’t even know exist. His company is called LC & Associates, but the name is as helpful as a single flipper in the middle of the ocean.
Jack
Also why I invited him. He can fill you guys in and he seemed like he would fit in with us. If a picture is worth a thousand words, a video is worth ten times that, and a witness statement is priceless.
Liam
But Sav, you’re okay? Has anyone seen her in person since?
Jack
From what I gathered, Theo took good care of her and sheseemed alright when I saw her.
Finn
…
Ryan
[eyes watching emoji]
Me
Excuse me! That makes it sound like much more than what it was, Jack!
Vivian
I’m with her now. She’s drowning in laundry but she’s good ;)
I throw a balled-up pair of socks at my sister as she laughs. “They need to calm down or you know they will all show up here to make sure you’re okay. And I’ll help fold the laundry if you put on the recent Real Housewives.”
Vivian
Clarifying that she is not *literally* drowning. She is sassy, safe, and smiling next to me. All’s well over here!
Finn
I’m still on my way.
Ryan
Meet you there.
“Look at what you did!” I accuse my sister, but really, I knew they would come as soon as they heard something happened. I’m just surprised that—
Ding-dong.
I narrow my eyes at my sister as she shrugs. Opening my security camera, I see the last person I should be surprised to see at my door. He may not be in the group sibling chat, but news in a small town spreads faster than the internet, especially when it’s juicy gossip like a man yelling at his soon-to-be ex-wife in public, and sometimes, the loudest clucking hens are my own brothers. Of course, Murphy Callahan would drop whatever he was doing wherever he was when he heard about today’s events.
I get up to go unlock the door. “It’s Daddy,” I call over my shoulder.
As soon as I open the front door, Daddy wraps me up in a bear hug. “Hey darling girl, how are you?”
“Who called you?” I level him with a glare.
He puts on his best innocent face—but it falls flat. “What? No one called me.”
