Chapter 77

I sat in the hospital waiting room, leaning against Meredith, Elvira on my other side, her hand holding mine firm and strong.

Dad was standing across the waiting room with Hawk, a handful of Hawk's commandos and other men. One was Lee Nightingale, another Luke Stark, the third Hank Nightingale, the last, Eddie Chavez. Lee and Luke were the two men who assisted Hawk in the rescue effort. It came to me after I'd been swept from the apartment how I knew them. Lee Nightingale owned a private investigation service whose action had caught the attention of the media. I knew all about him and his friends, including Luke, Hank and Eddie. Luke worked with Lee. Hank was his brother and a cop. Eddie was his friend and also a cop. The newspapers had broken the stories of their adventures, and their love lives, some time ago. This was followed by a bunch of books, a series entitled Rockstar Chick, that were released sharing intimate detail of these hair-raising yet romantic adventures. Books, incidentally, I owned, read repeatedly and wished I'd edited.

They were all famous in Denver.

They were all, upon inspection, also badasses and extremely hot.

Even so, this was lost on me because I'd met Betsy and she was currently visiting her unconscious fiancé in his hospital room and I knew conversation was one-sided not only because Brett was unconscious but also because he had a tube down his throat.

I closed my eyes but opened them when I sensed a quick, intense danger permeate the room and then my body tensed for flight when Skull, followed by Lawson, Leo and two other men stalked into the room.

His eyes were on Hawk and it appeared he was even more unhappy than he was prior to my rescue. Then again, he would be seeing as I was rescued.

My eyes were on him, my skin was tingling, my mind was paralyzed with fear and even in the presence of a goodly number of badass commandos and just plain badasses my body was ready to take flight.

What was he doing there?

"What the f*ck?" he clipped at Hawk, that threatening energy shifting off him in sinister waves and I saw all the badasses go on instant alert.

"Come again?" Hawk asked quietly, his eyes locked on Skull, his expression showing he was vastly unhappier than Skull was.

"A year and a half," Skull replied, assuming a hostile stance way too close to Hawk. "I spent a year and a half of my f*ckin' life on this f*ckin' shit, the last month bangin' that piece of trash, pretendin' I got off on it, all the time tryin' not to vomit and prayin' my d*ck'll stay hard at the same time prayin' that stickin' it in her wouldn't buy me some disease where it would fall the f*ck off and I was this close, this f*ckin' close." He held up a finger and thumb less than an inch apart in Hawk's face which I, personally, didn't think was too smart. "You bust in there and that year and a half goes down the fuckin' toilet."