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Connor studied me. “Why do you say he needs to go into rehab?”
“Because I’ve lived with an addict most of my life. Trust me, I know drug addiction behavior when I see it.”
Noah glared at me. “I’m not an addict, you stupid bitch. You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
I ignored him. “I have a friend who knows your former assistant. She quit because of your brother.”
Noah lunged off the couch and started toward me. “That’s not why she quit—”
Damien stepped in front of him and shoved him back a little. “Don’t get near her.”
Connor grabbed Noah’s arm and pulled him back.
I looked at Connor. “Do you want to know what else I think, or have you had enough for tonight?”
He studied me. “Tell me.”
“Okay. I wouldn’t be surprised if he treated Isabella and Javier the same way. And people rarely steal from family members unless they have an addiction they’re feeding. Isabella also knows about him, and she seems pretty levelheaded to me.”
“You’d call the police on your own family?” Connor asked.
“Hell yes, in a heartbeat. I also think you’re enabling him and making it worse by letting him get away with his behavior.”
Connor studied me for a moment, then he turned to Damien. “I didn’t know you fuckers gave family counseling sessions along with your security services.”
Damien raised an eyebrow. “I’d assess Noah as your biggest threat, and I think Harley’s advice is dead on.”
Connor nodded, his face going hard as he turned to Noah. “Your free ride is over, Noah. Damien, will you call the police and stay here to help make the report?”
Noah started bawling.
Chapter 19
WeleftConnor’shousearound nine, and on the way home I noticed I’d missed a call from Frankie’s mom. She’d left a voice message.
When I finished listening to her message, Damien reached over and took my hand.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Frankie’s mom let me know about a small service they’re having for her tomorrow evening in Desert Hot Springs.”
The cab of his truck was dark, and I hoped he couldn’t see I was a little teary-eyed.
“Are you going?”
“Yes.”
He squeezed my hand. “Okay. I’ll go with you. What time?”
“You don’t need to do that. Really. I’ve already monopolized enough of your time.”
“No, you haven’t. You came with me tonight and made it much better. I’d like to go with you.”
He was right. Being with him made things better. “Okay. Thank you. It’s at six at the Rosewood Mortuary. And if you have time, I’ll take you to the best Mexican food restaurant in Desert Hot Springs for dinner afterward.”
He grinned at me, and I could see the flash of his beautiful white smile in the dark cab of the truck. “It’s a deal.”
When he pulled up to my house, he cut off his engine and then turned to me.
