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Sean stood taller, his arm tightening around Blue. Gramps looked his way and nodded once in approval. Sean grinned. This was going to be good.
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Chapter 27
Blue
Within minutes, Stroup and the other US Marshalls had Jonah and all the bad guys in cuffs. The storm started to die off, and for the first time in maybe . . . ever, Blue felt safe. Really and truly safe. She’d faced her biggest fear, what her brother had become, and had lived to tell the tale. She’d almost been shot. She’d almost seen Sean get hurt. And then she was in his arms, and the danger was gone. He’d protected her. Promised he’d never leave her. And she believed him. With everything in her.
Her only regret was that she hadn’t had more time with Dom. Just a few minutes to let him know how much she’d thought about him, prayed for him, all these years.
Blue stood with her back to Sean’s front with his arms wrapped around her, and her hands resting on his, as the Marshalls took everyone’s statements. Every now and again, he’d brush a feather-light kiss to her temple, or the top of her head, or her neck. With every touch, she melted a little further into him. She was so, so tired, yet wired at the same time. Sunset wasn’t too far off now, and all she could think about was a warm bed and Sean’s arms wrapped around her as she slept.
“And this tall guy in a black suit with dark hair came strolling out,” Knox narrated the past hour to Stroup.
“He had a scar on his jaw,” Wolfe added helpfully.
“Right!” Knox slid a finger down his jawline. “It was here. Anyway, this tall guy came waltzing out of the dark. We hadn’t even seen him there.”
“Ye didnae see him,” Mack said. “I saw him just fine.”
“Right,” Knox chuckled. “Anyway . . . he walks right up to Jonah and—”
Stroup held up a hand. “Wait, he had a scar on his jaw here.” He pointed to his own jaw.
“Exactly there,” Knox said.
Blue’s body tensed as Stroup faced her.
“What’s wrong?” Sean asked.
Stroup marched over to her, his big feet slapping against the concrete and reverberating around the room. “You failed to mention that Dominic showed up.”
Sean moved to put Blue to the side of him, and she was certain, if he let her, she’d end up peeking around him to talk to Stroup. His protective instincts were set on high, and she loved it—even when she hated it. She turned in his embrace just a little and placed a hand on his chest. “It’s okay, Sean.”
Dad marched over.
“Why didn’t you two tell me Dominic was here?” Stroup asked again.
“It didn’t seem significant,” Blue said, truthfully. His presence here was still kind of a mystery. And so short-lived.
“Not significant? Did you say not significant?” Stroup’s face began to redden. It was the most emotion she’d seen on him—ever.
Blue’s stomach churned as warning bells screamed in her mind.
Stroup turned to another agent. “Would you consider finding and capturing The Fixer for The Outfit significant?”
“Yes, boss.” Marshall Shaw nodded her head.
“He’s probably long gone by now anyway,” Dad said.
“Shaw, Dominic Rockefeller is known for liking expensive cars, correct?” Stroup placed his hands on his hips below his round belly.
“Yes, sir,” Shaw said as a small smile crossed her lips.
Stroup raised his voice so everyone could hear. “Any bets that Ferrari we passed on the way here was his?”
“No!” Blue said, stepping forward. “You can’t. He helped us.”
