Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
She was so beautiful.
He glanced around at everyone.
We need to find Alaistair and take him out. Slowly and painfully.
Unfortunately, Alaistair hadn’t been at his apartment when Shepherd’s guy had arrived. Seems he was on the run from them.
But they’d find him. They had to.
He needs to pay.
Spencer nodded slowly, letting him know he was onboard. Spencer wasn’t usually a violent guy.
But everyone had their limit.
Why would he do this? Spencer signed. He’d put Hope down in her cot.
I don’t know. I don’t get it. I thought he was a friend. Slade’s fingers moved smoothly as he signed back. There was clear frustration and anger on his face. But I agree he has to pay. We just need to find him.
Shepherd will find him. But what do you want to do with him when he does? Quaid asked.
I want him dead. They all stared at Spencer and he shrugged. His gaze was dark. What? We’re all thinking it. That’s what has to happen.
That was the truth.
I don’t want him dead. This came from Indie. I don’t want you guys doing anything that might get you into trouble. Please. I can’t stand the idea of anything happening to any of you.
They all looked at each other and nodded.
What Indie wanted, Indie got. Besides killing him might be too quick and easy.
Alaistair needed to suffer.
Slade could feel his anger building as he stepped out of their private suite.
Where the fuck was Alaistair?
No one had been able to find him. Quaid was out helping Shepherd search right now. Alaistair couldn’t hide forever and when they found him . . . they were going to ruin him.
Destroy his life.
They’d already started. Shepherd had dug into his financials, and it appeared that things weren’t going well for him. To their surprise, they’d discovered that he’d had money tied up with Roger St. Clare. And those investments were tanking since St. Clare attacked Lemon and Indie.
Slade’s phone buzzed and he checked it.
Quaid: Nothing. Fucker. I’m leaving Shepherd to it. I’ll be back soon.
Quaid didn’t like to spend too long away from Indie. Their relationship was still mending.
They’d be leaving the hospital soon. It had been close to ten weeks since baby Hope was born and she was thriving.
But he really wanted this fucking mess cleared up and Alaistair taken care of before they took her home.
Anger rose inside him again as he walked into Hope’s room. He came to a stop as he saw them. Indie was sitting in the recliner, feeding Hope with a bottle. She was still trying to breastfeed her, but she’d stopped putting so much pressure on herself.
A sense of calm came over him. Of rightness.
And he let the anger drain away. He was done with being reactive and mad. This right here was what was important. The two of them.
And he had to be the best version of himself for them both.
Which is why he hadn’t smoked since Indie had caught him on the penthouse porch. It wasn’t like he’d smoked much, so it hadn’t been as hard as he had thought to give up.
Indie saw him and smiled as she burped Hope. “Everything okay?”
“Better now that I’m with the two of you.” He walked over and picked up Hope, placing her against his chest. Then he cupped the side of Indie’s face. “Can you believe we get to take her home soon?”
“No! I’m so excited. But at the same time it will feel weird to be out of this place.”
“I know, Boo. But we have this. We’re going to take our girl home and we’re going to live happily ever after.”
Because he wouldn’t allow anything else.
Did they have this?
Somehow, he wasn’t so sure as he glanced down at a sleeping Hope.
“Can you believe she’s coming home today?” Quaid said.
Indie was having a shower back in their private suite while the four of them were with Hope.
“I don’t think we’re ready,” Spencer said worriedly. “Are we ready?”
We’re ready.
That came from Rock.
“Rock’s right,” Slade said firmly. “We have this. We have the baby seat for the car. She’s got warm clothes, blankets, and the nursery has everything that was suggested in those books that Rock read. We can do this.”
“So who is going to put her in the car seat?” Quaid asked.
They all looked at each other.
Damn.
Slade knew that he needed to do this. “I’ll do it. Rock, go check on Indie. Is everything packed?”
“Yep,” Spencer said.
“I’ll grab it all,” Quaid told them, slipping out of the room with Rock.
“We’re supposed to sign some paperwork, I think,” Spencer said. “We should do all that before putting her in the seat. I don’t think that babies are supposed to spend too much time in car seats.”
“They aren’t?” Slade glanced over at him. “Actually, I think I read that too. Let’s wait.”
Indie and Rock returned, followed by one of the nurses.