Page 35 of Rockstar Untamed
Sailor went very still. “I’ve known her only two weeks less than I’ve known you, Bodhi. Bay is my family now too. Make the arrangements. End of conversation.”
And she stalked back into the main farmhouse, barely holding it together. She found an empty bathroom and sank to the cool tile floor, burying her head in her hands and sobbing out her heartbreak.
Outside a shell-shocked Bodhi turned a pale face to Soleil. He shook his head. “This is a bad idea, Solly. A bad,badidea.”
Soleil squeezed his arm. “But you know you have to do it, right?”
Bodhi nodded, squeezing his eyes shut. “God…if he kills her, Solly…”
“He won’t, Bodhi. Look, how about I move in with you all and we can run interference? We fire your entire team and bring in a security detail. I will personally take Tim to school and back. You and Sailor try and have a normal life together.”
Bodhi looked at his friend with gratitude. “What about your life, Sol?”
She grinned. “Hey, I’m a lot younger than you…I can wait. I can work from Los Angeles as easily as anywhere. I have some stuff going on with Grady Mallory and Maceo Bartoli, but they can handle it from where they are.”
Bodhi hugged her. “Thanks, Sol.”
“You’re welcome. Look, let me make the arrangements to fly back tonight. Go and find Sailor and make-up with her. Now is not the time for you two to be fighting.”
“Girls, when we see Mommy, don’t jump all over her,” Tomas Meir told his daughters gently. “She’s very sore, and she may be a little groggy.”
“Can we kiss her?”
Tomas looked in the rearview mirror and smiled at Esme. “I think she would like that very much.”
He turned back to the road, feeling his body easing from the tension and grief that had colored the last few days. After hours in surgery, Bay had pulled through and was now on the way to recovery, but the terror he had felt when he was told, he would never forget it.
Stuart Lawson was now in F.B.I. custody and singing like bird. His escape from prison had been orchestrated by a man called Bartholomew Foy, who Tomas had then researched and found out exactly who he was. It was the shock of discovering the #FindSailor hashtag, the thing which linked him to Bay. He had her attacked to show Sailor what he was capable of. Tomas felt murderous, and a little pissed at Sailor King, which he knew wasn’t fair, but hell, his beloved Bay had almost died,again.
Stu Lawson would have tried to kill Bay without Bartie Foy. Tom repeated it to himself, but still, the thought came that if it weren’t for Bartie Foy, Stu Lawson would never have gotten out of jail.
To his relief, Bay was awake, and overjoyed to see the twins, hugging both the girls. His wife was still pale, but the life had come back into her eyes again, as she held her son and kissed her girls. Esme and Milly were obsessed with their baby brother. Bay, when she awoke from the surgery, had asked for her son to stay with her, wanting to breast-feed him even as she recovered and after some discussion with her doctor, he had given permission. She handed Buddy to his father before kissing Tom’s lips.
“Doc says I can come home this weekend, girls,” she told her daughters and they looked excited. Tom stroked a hand over Bay’s forehead.
“You sure you’re up to it, baby?”
She nodded vehemently. “God, yes. I’m counting the days.”
“How’s the thigh?”
Bay smiled at him. “The wound is healing nicely, but you should see the bruise. I’m slightly proud of it.”
Tom swallowed a lump in his throat. “You’re a warrior, baby. Not many people would have had the strength to fight back.”
Bay looked steadily at him. “Tom, honey…I have to ask. Did you know? Did you know he was out?”
Tom met her gaze. “I did. I didn’t want you stressed in the last few weeks of your pregnancy. I never dreamed that you wouldn’t be safe here.”
Bay sighed. “I understand why you made that decision but, please, don’t keep anything from me like that, again.”
“I won’t. Forgive me?”
Bay grinned slightly. “I’ll think about it. You’ll have to make it up to me…in about six weeks’ time.”
Tom laughed and Milly looked up. “What are you laughing about, Daddy?”
“Just your mommy being a naughty girl.”
