Page 64 of His Wild Storm
Haven shoots me a questioning look, and I explain, “They’re another security firm, much like Higgins Security, in New York City. Sebastian used to work there before he came here to stay, which was for the best since he ended up falling for Trixie.”
My little storm’s lips tilt up into a soft smile. “After hearing all the stories about how everyone has fallen in love, I’m pretty sure this is a phenomenon needing to be studied like the Bermuda Triangle.”
“No lost planes or ships here though,” I tease her.
“Not yet,” Blake mutters with a grimace on his face, “but let’s not tempt fate, shall we?”
Duncan shakes his head and smirks at his boss before putting his attention back on Haven. “Right before Thanksgiving, it seems, a letter addressed to you from Trade Union Bank was sent to your former residence.”
Haven goes still and turns white as a fucking sheet. I wrap my arms around her to let her know I’m right here with her. Thenext thing I know she has climbed into my lap and buries her face in my neck.
“Don’t let him find us,” she whimpers and my heart fucking breaks.
When I look up into Blake’s eyes, the ferocity I see there has my heartbeat calming and the rage retreating enough to listen. He won’t let anything happen to her. Or to Wilde.
As much as I would love to believe I can keep them safe, I’m not former military and I’ve never been trained with the skills I would need to have. Blake and his guys, though? They’re more than capable.
“He tried to take it to the cops, but they wouldn’t listen to him. They said it was just further proof that you had left willingly which is what they told him when he first went to them and tried to file a missing person’s report on you and Wilde.”
“What about Wilde? Do they think I kidnapped my son?” Haven’s voice cracks, but she manages to get the question out and I’m so damn proud of her.
“No,” Duncan assures her, “since he was unable to produce any documentation proving Wilde is his son, there wasn’t much they could do beyond taking down the information.”
Haven nods and swallows hard. Her eyes go vacant as she stares off into nothing. Well, maybe not nothing, maybe she’s looking back into her past. “Henever knew about my account at Trade Union. I made it for the jobs I did online and some of my pay from the diner.Hewasn’t tech savvy enough to check the history on the laptop, and I erased it all anyway. I needed a way to get out, so I opened the account, but they shouldn’t have ever sent any notices to that address.”
“Mistakes happen all the time,” Blake’s voice is gentle and Haven nods.
“Doesheknow where I am?” My woman’s eyes, filled with a mixture of fear, determination, and resolve, look at Duncan. “Ishecoming for me?”
Duncan takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “He ended up hiring someone to try and track you down. They were able to follow some of your movements, at least to Seattle.” Haven starts to shake in my lap. “He bought a plane ticket to go there and look for you, but he never made it on the plane.”
Haven blinks a few times and shakes her head slowly. “I don’t understand.”
“I don’t either,” I mutter and glare at Duncan.
He needs to work on his bedside manner. It’s time to rip the bandage off, even if it hurts.
“He was involved in a multi-car accident which resulted in the death of four people, him included.”
Duncan’s voice rings out in the quiet of the office, reverberating and coming back again and again like an echo without end. I look at Haven to find her eyes wide and filled with shock. She’s not breathing and for a moment, I’m concerned.
When she sucks in a breath, the sound is a mix of pain and relief, I reach for her and rejoice when she allows me to hold her a little tighter. The thought of her pulling away from me is rooted in fear; a fear which feels all too real at the moment.
“Hedoesn’t know where I am,” she murmurs, her eyes locked on Duncan.
Duncan shakes his head slowly, his words measured and slow, “He never knew where you really were. He might have been coming to look, but he never had the chance. He will never hurt you or Wilde again.”
Haven deflates, her body slumping against me like she’s no longer strong enough to hold herself up or together. Words of reassurance start to fall from my lips. I’m not even aware of what I’m saying beyond them being a mantra of strength and hope.
I think I praised her.
I think I reassured her.
I think I reminded her of exactly how strong she is and has always been.
Duncan clears his throat and shoots me a look full of apology. “There is one more thing,” he begins, “you’re the beneficiary on his life insurance policy.”
“What?” Haven gasps while shaking her head, “No way. Why? We weren’t married or anything.”
