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I rattled it off. “I’m on my way there.”
“I’ll meet you. Colt, don’t do anything stupid.”
I pressed my lips together. In my job, I hunted down some terrible people. Rapists, murderers, torturers. I was known for being ice cold. I always put my emotions on ice on the job, and channeled them into the hunt.
But I’d seen what sick men could do to women.
Hold the fuck on, Macy.
I took another corner, my wheels screeching.
I was almost there.
Finally, I jerked to a halt in front of her place.
It looked undisturbed. There were lights on, and jaunty potted plants with red flowers out front on her tiny porch.
A red McLaren 650S Spider screeched to a halt, and Reath sliced out. He was in a suit, so he’d probably been at a meeting with a client.
My brother nodded, and pulled out a Smith and Wesson handgun. Reath always used a different gun, so he’d never get too used to one model. My SIG was in the back of my waistband.
We reached the front door. Reath tried the handle, but it was locked. He pulled out a lock pick.
I really didn’t like the fact that it took him less than twenty seconds to pick Macy’s lock. She needed better locks.
As we walked inside, the neat living area was quiet. It was totally Macy. A comfy couch, wildly colored pillows, bright art on the wall. I saw colored paper on the coffee table and half made origami in process. The glass bowl in the center was filled with origami flowers.
Reath raised his weapon. I followed, clearing the rooms as we went.
I saw the back door wide open. There was smashed glass on the floor and what smelled like white wine.
Reath straightened. “Clear.”
Whirling, I faced the final closed door. I saw the dents on it. Someone had kicked it.
“Macy!” I roared.
“Colt?” Her voice was muffled by the wood. “Oh, thank God.”
There was the sound of feminine grunting, then scraping. The bedroom door flew open.
And there she stood. Unhurt. Her legs and feet were bare, her loose T-shirt had slipped off one shoulder. Her curly hair was a little wild.
I strode to her and lifted her off her feet. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, clinging hard.
I buried my face in her hair.
“I was so scared,” she said.
“I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”
She shuddered against me, and I vowed that I wouldn’t stop until I found who’d terrified her. I breathed her in. That scent of berries.
“I’ve got you.” I set her down, cupped her face, then tipped it up. “Are you all right?”
She nodded and managed a small smile. “I am now.”
“Good.” I stroked her cheeks with my thumbs.
