“What?”
“Um . . .”
“What do you need, Brandon?”
He throws a thumb over his shoulder. “There’s. . .something going on over there.”
I glance over his head and see Sarah talking to a guy. She motions aggressively with her hands and then drops them.
“He’s been there for a while. An hour or so, maybe. They went inside, but when they came out, Sarah didn’t look very good. I think they were arguing.”
I’d like to ask why in the hell he’s spying on them, but I watch as Sarah wraps her arms around herself, and her head falls forward. Then, he grabs her and pulls her to him. She slumps a little and . . .
I shove past Brandon, closing the door, and charge across the street.
I hit the end of her driveway, and Sarah sways a little.
“Get your hands off of her.”
The man’s head whips in my direction. “Who are you?” His look and tone tell me this guy is a dick.
“Let go of her,” I growl, and Sarah pulls out of his grasp and falls against me. I steady her. “You all right?” I ask her as the douchebag stares at me.
“She doesn’t need your help. She’s fine.” He reaches for her, and I slide her away from his grasp.
“I don’t give a fuck what you have to say.” He can try me.
Sarah’s head rolls back, and she doesn’t look well.
“You all right?” I ask again, still holding onto her, the sound of my pulse building in my ears.
She finally nods, her gaze returning to the man who’s one touch away from losing his veneers. “Miles, you need to go. This is done.” Her voice comes out strong, and I release her.
He huffs a laugh. “Are you serious?” His eyes run over me, and I’d like to rip the smug look off his slick face. “Thisis what you’ve been doing?”
I don’t miss his implication.
“Miles, we’re divorced, and you lost the right to know anything long before that.” She crosses her arms over herself and shivers.
“You don’t know what you’re doing.”
It sounds like a threat, and my fist begs to grab this prick by the throat.
“We arenevergetting back together. You’ll have to hire some other fake family to play the part in New York.” She steps back and bumps into me.
He huffs and tugs his car door open. “You’re making a mistake.” He stops before climbing in. “I took everything before but Oliver and Frankie. I guess maybe it’s time I fix that.”
He slides in and closes the door, turning the engine over.
Sarah’s body slumps against me as if the weight of his words blasted right through her. I wrap my arm around her, my fingers grazing the skin at her waist. She’s on fire.
“Did. . .he. . .just threaten to take Ollie and Frankie?” Her words come out weak and a bit winded.
“Hey,” I turn her toward me. “Are you ok? Breathe.”
She stares at my chest, her body a bit limp.
“Sarah.” I brush her hair out of her face, and her forehead is sweaty and burning up. “Are you sick?”
