Page 43 of Guarding Bristol
Chapter Fifteen
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Ithink I’m gonna haveto go dark for a while now.
What the hell had happened?And what would Bristol even know about going dark?The very idea of it was terrifying.
Cassie hurried across the well-lit parking lot to the rear door of the Crimson Point Security building and scanned her ID.The moment the locking mechanism released she wrenched the door open and raced up the stairs, not wanting to wait for the elevator.It was after hours on a Friday night, but some of the staff would still be working.
She burst through the fire exit door and into the reception area.The front desk was empty, but down the hall she spotted the twins coming toward her.
“Whoa,” Tristan said in his mellowed Kentucky accent, pausing in concern as she rushed in their direction.
“What’s wrong?”Gavin asked, stopping just behind him.
They might be identical, but she knew them both well enough now to tell them apart.Their personalities were completely different.
“Bristol.She’s in trouble.Is Ryder or Callum in?”She glanced past them down the long hallway.The office doors she could see from her vantage point were all shut.
“No.Walker’s here, but he’s in a meeting.Here, come sit down and tell me what’s going on.”Tristan gestured toward the nearest office.
She didn’t want to sit down, didn’t want to rehash this more than once or talk about her personal business, but she couldn’t very well go pound on Walker’s door when he was in a meeting.
“Anything I can do?”Gavin asked her.
She shoved her frustration down.They were trying to help.“No.Thanks, though.”
“Sure.”He looked at his twin.
“You go ahead,” Tristan told him.
Gavin nodded then looked at her again.“Let me know if you need anything.”
She forced a smile.She didn’t like asking other people for help, but she had no choice at the moment.“Will do.See you.”
Tristan opened the office door and flicked on the lights.She went over and sat in one of the leather chairs positioned in front of the desk.He lowered his tall frame into the other one several feet away, watching her intently with concern in his green eyes.And it was genuine, which made him even hotter than he already was.It was strange, since he and Gavin were identical, but to her, Tristan was way better looking, no matter how wrong it felt to be attracted to someone she worked with.
In spite of everything, from her cynical view of the opposite sex and all the lovely trust issues that came with it, she still wasn’t immune to him.It was a good thing they were work colleagues and couldn’t get involved.Her taste in men was epically disastrous.
“What happened?”he asked, the overhead light making his short auburn hair glow.“Cass, seriously.Talk to me.”
She relented.“I don’t know, but it’s bad.”The hard knot in the pit of her stomach said so.It was killing her that she didn’t know more, couldn’t do anything when she wanted to charge over there and get to the bottom of this.“Bristol called half an hour ago to say there had been a situation.She said she was okay, that she’s with TJ, but then she said she had to go dark, and asked me to pack a bag for Beckett to pick up.”
He frowned.“TJ.The homeless guy who rescued Carly?”
“Yes.”He saw the problem.“I don’t know what happened or what she was doing with him in the first place.”None of it made sense.“Going dark?Bristol?”She huffed at the ridiculousness of it.“Something’s really wrong.”
“Did she sound okay?”
“Mostly.”More together than she should have, under the circumstances.“But I’m worried.I came straight here because I’m hoping for help with getting some answers.”Before she went insane.
