Page 92 of No Apologies
Skylar wasn’t that stupid. She wouldn’t have done something so rash, so crazy, so goddamned criminal without at least talking to him first. Right?
“Your girl paid off your debt. She owns a majority stake in Fine Lines now, not me. We signed the paperwork this morning.”
This morning? This morning when she’d told him she had errands to run? Errands he’d assumed were grocery shopping and picking up mail. Errands like checking in with her family and running by her salon. Never in a million years could he have imagined her errands included paying off his criminal cousin to release him from his debts.
She had the money. He knew that. He’d known that all along. But she had to know he never would have asked her to do this. He’d never wanted this. Never wanted to corrupt her by letting this dark, dirty side of his life touch her.
She was his angel and she had made her own deal with a devil. For him. It was his fault. He’d dragged her into hell just like he always feared.
He grit his teeth and tried to focus, “Lincoln, you’re gonna tell me exactly what happened while I was unconscious.”
“I don’t know if…”
“Lincoln!” He snapped, “You’re gonna tell me. Now. You owe me that much. Tell me how the hell Sky and Remy both got tied up in my mess. I want to know. I need to know!”
“Why?” His cousin eyed him carefully.
“So I can undo it.”
“Colt…”
“Start talking Link. Now!”
His cousin must have sensed how serious he was, how on edge, because for once in his life, Lincoln followed orders and started talking.
