Page 75 of No Fear
“Yeah, well get him home again and this time, make sure his drunk ass stays there.”
Bentley cursed but hurried off after his uncle. Decker was at least heading in the direction of his house. That was something, Remy supposed. Somebody should probably have dragged him back, put him in a car and drove him over there since he was bleeding and it was a good mile over rough terrain. Since nobody bothered, he figured cutting across the fields would shorten the trip enough and his cousins thought Decker should walk it off.
Lincoln cleared his throat when the two figures disappeared over a hill and Remy turned back to face him. It didn’t occur to him until right then to question what his cousins were doing here in the first place. He hadn’t seen Lincoln since that night at the barn and even before that, their relationship had been strained because of what he’d done to Colt.
Remy wiped at his lip, realized it was split when it came back with blood and wiped that on his already stained shirt, “What are you doin’ here Link?”
“We’ve got business remember?” He raised his eyebrows, “The girl?”
“Oh, yeah…” Remy frowned as he shot the trailer a quick look, thankful Rachel had obeyed his order to stay inside and not come out to see him falling apart, “I need to talk to you about that.”
“Did she tell you what she knows?”
Remy shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He felt a little woozy himself and wondered if he might not have a concussion. Decker still threw one hell of a punch. That must be why he was confused, why Lincoln’s words didn’t make any sense.
“What she knows?”
“About her brother. Did she tell you what she knows about Bug? About what he did to Colt?”
The confusion he’d been feeling turned into a sinking sense of dread as Lincoln’s words sank in. He felt nauseous and this time he couldn’t be sure if it was from the fight, the blood or the confrontation he didn’t want to have. He’d expected it, known this was coming, but after everything else that had happened, he’d somehow forgot.
Lincoln was home from wherever he’d been. He’d come here to talk to Rachel. He thought she knew something about their traitor, about the threat to the Bomar family, and about what had happened to Colt.
For days Remy had told himself that he was jumping to conclusions, always thinking the worst. He’d pushed those thoughts away. He’d buried them down. He’d focused on how good it felt to be with Rachel, how good they were together. He’d ignored his gut instinct that she was hiding something important from him because he was in love with her.
He’d woken up with the girl of his dreams and thought they would spend a perfect day together. Decker had ruined that but he’d thought it couldn’t get worse. What he’d forgotten, for just a minute there, was that he was a Bomar… and things could always get worse.
