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Hunt dropped his head back and let out a sigh. Adam was right. Hunt needed to stop letting Levi get to him. This stupid shit couldn’t go on.
Adam let up his hold, and Hunt jerked to his feet. “I’m happy to put the past behind us,” he said as he glared at Levi, “but I refuse to hear anymore shit-talking about Abby.”
Wes and Bran stood nearby now, having heard the commotion. Their arms hung loose at their sides as though they were prepared to jump in if need be. “That was a low blow, Levi,” Bran said.
Levi wiped a smudge of blood from his lip. “Wasn’t shit-talking Abby. Was criticizing Hunt and his immaturity.”
“Seems to me,” Adam said, brushing off his jeans, “you’ve both behaved immaturely. Hunt’s not a child you need to scold, Levi. He’s a grown-ass man. If he makes mistakes, it’s on him.”
Hunt glared. “Thanks.”
Just then, Abby sprinted in the front door, and all thoughts of his brothers disappeared. Because she looked stricken.
Hunt ran over. “What’s wrong?”
“I was on my way over,” she said, “and I got a call from Club Kids. There’s some kind of trouble at the beach… Noah’s in danger.”
Chapter 27
Abby sensed Hunt’s palm on her lower back, and then he was urging her toward his car. “Why aren’t any of you at the club?” she asked.
When she received the call from Club Tahoe, she’d been on her way to the Cade house to help Hunt with the move. She hadn’t planned on finding all five of them there.
“My brothers were helping us move in. I didn’t think it would take this long.”
“But you were arguing when I walked up. I could hear the tension in your voices from outside.”
He opened the passenger door and let her in, then jogged around the front of his Range Rover and hopped in the driver’s side. He started the engine and peeled out of the driveway. “We always fight.”
Abby closed her eyes. “I can’t take this right now.”
“Abby,” Hunt said. “Forget about my brothers. What did Kaylee say over the phone?”
Abby’s hands shook. “There was an accident, and they called the Coast Guard.”
Hunt squeezed the steering wheel and stepped on the gas. “It’s going to be okay.”
When she didn’t say anything, he grabbed her hand, forcing her to look at him. “I promise, Abby. It will be all right.”
His gaze was so sincere, as though he could fix anything. But no matter Hunt’s intentions, he wasn’t superhuman. “You don’t know that.” She was crying now, tears streaming down her face. “Kaylee wouldn’t tell me what happened over the phone. That has to be bad.”
Hunt didn’t respond, but his jaw tightened and he returned his hand to the steering wheel as he maneuvered the winding roads to the club.
Before long, he pulled up to Club Tahoe and what appeared to be a side entrance.
He jumped out of the car and ran for a door.
Abby quickly followed.
Using a security card, Hunt let her in, but as soon as they were through the gate, he ran for the beach—and the crowd that had gathered there.
“Oh my God,” Abby said, her chest tightening. She couldn’t breathe, but she ran after Hunt anyway, gasping.
Hunt appeared to read the situation faster than Abby, because he stripped off his shirt and ran full tilt toward the dock, his brothers, coming out of nowhere, close behind.
Abby ran up to Kaylee, who stood by the dock, her arms wrapped around the shoulders of one of the Club Kids children, worry written on her face. “What happened, Kaylee? Where’s Noah?”
Kaylee said something low to the child, who took off to stand with the other children.
