Page 174 of Forever Never
When he didn’t laugh or growl as she’d expected, she knew something was wrong.
“What’s going on, Brick? Was it something with your dad?”
He cleared his throat, making her even more anxious. “Dad saw Camille leave the house today and followed her. He noticed she was limping—”
“That fucking monster,” Remi snarled. If Warren had started up again, there was no telling how far it would go this time.
“He got some pictures of her. It’s hard to tell, but it looked like she had some bruising on her neck.”
“Brick.” Her voice broke. “We need to get her out of there.”
“I know, baby. I know. We’ll figure this out. Dad couldn’t get near her. She had a security goon with her. So he followed them from a distance. She’s at some event for an art organization.”
Her grip tightened on the phone until her knuckles ached. “The Arts Council?”
“Yeah. Are you familiar with it?”
“She’s on the board.” Her mind was already a million miles away.
“Listen, we’re getting ready to take the MMR out to shake the dust off her,” Brick said. The Mackinac Marine Rescue was a thirty-one-foot rescue boat operated by the island and crewed by a team of volunteers. “How about we swing by, and the kids can wave from the boardwalk?”
“That’s sweet of you. They’d love that,” she said. “I’ll talk to you later.”
“Remi.”
“I’m okay. I’m fine. We’ll talk when you come home…to a full house.”
He sighed, and she knew he hated leaving her upset.
“Brick. I’m okay. I’m just worried.”
“I know.”
“Thanks for letting my sister stay. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he said, his voice low. “We should be out on the water in about half an hour, okay?”
“We’ll be looking for you.”
She disconnected and thumbed to her call log.
“Raj? I need a favor.”
“Alessandra, how’s the new piece?” he bellowed.
“Stop trying to get attention and start paying attention. I have an emergency, and you’re the only one who can help.”
“Tell me more,” he said around what she assumed was a mouthful of party appetizers.
“Camille Vorhees is there. I need you to get past her security and give her your phone.”
“No way, man. I just got it last week.”
“Not tokeep. To talk to me.”
“That’s a stupid idea. I don’t know what went down with you twobecause you won’t tell me, but there’s no way this is going to do anything good for your rep.”
“I don’t care about my rep or how many cocktail shrimp you can fit in your mouth at once—”
