Grae didn’t agree or disagree, but he had his answer.
Nathan released his hold on me. “Let’s clear out and let Grae and Caden get some sleep. We can talk about a plan tomorrow.”
“Dad,” Holt argued.
“No,” Nathan said, finality in his tone. “You taught me some valuable lessons when you came home. I’m trying to do a better job of seeing what my kids need from me. And right now, Grae needs support.”
Lawson scowled at Nathan. “I’m positioning two officers outside.”
“That’s fine,” I said, trying to make peace. Grae wouldn’t have to see them, and she wouldn’t have to leave.
He turned that scowl in my direction. “You’re not law enforcement, Caden.”
“I know that. But I would doanythingfor your sister, and I think you know that.”
Grae stiffened next to me, her muscles going hard as stone.
Lawson’s jaw worked back and forth, but he didn’t argue.
Roan crossed to his sister, bent, and kissed her head. “Stay safe.”
There was a fury brimming just beneath his surface that had concern flashing through me. But he turned and left before I could say a word.
Kerry hugged her daughter. “I’m sorry, baby. I just worry about you. It’s hard to turn that off, even when you’re grown.”
Grae hugged her back. “I know.”
“Call if you need anything,” Nathan said, ushering Kerry out.
Lawson sent another glare in my direction and followed them.
Grae looked at Holt. “Go home to your pregnant fiancée, who is probably worried sick about you.”
Guilt flashed across his face. “I could stay tonight…”
“No. You’re going home. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
He sighed and then bent to hug her. “Please, be careful.”
Grae returned the embrace. “I’m not leaving this locked and guarded house. I’ll be fine.”
“Okay. Call me if anything happens.”
“I’ll light the bat signal.”
Holt shook his head, but I saw a hint of amusement in his expression as he headed to the door.
The only one left was Nash. He leaned forward in the overstuffed chair, resting his elbows on his knees. “We’ve been screwing everything up, haven’t we, G?”
Grae’s eyes widened. “What d’you mean?”
“You hate telling us anything about what’s going on with your Type 1. You didn’t tell us Rance was bothering you. You just let us fight aboutyourdamned life without saying a thing. We’ve been suffocating you for years.”
Tears glistened in her eyes. “You love me.”
“But that’s no reason to make you miserable.”
“I’m not miserable.”
