Chapter 65
Cal heard the sirens. He felt the weight of Auggie’s phone in his underwear. And he knew—she’d called for help. He just had to keep Jacob from doing something stupid in the meantime. He shifted again. His woman would not stay where she was supposed to. What was she trying to do here?
“Probably found Kameron. He was supposed to have a date with that girl. Maybe she found him. Maybe it will give her nightmares forever. Don’t have a problem with her, hate her twin, though. Evil bitch.”
“Kiya can be very protective of Quinn and Erin and Gwendolyn. She always has. Probably because she’s the oldest, even though they are twins. They are my friends.” Auggie was staying so calm. He knew she had to be as terrified as he was. “Go. Jacob. While you still can.”
Cal wasn’t lost to how this echoed the things he’d heard about what had happened with his father. How Maggie had tried to tell his father to leave. How his father had been the one who had considered Canada.
Jacob was wavering.
Getting more erratic.
Had he killed Kameron? Fear for his friend was strong, too. But Auggie and the girls—he had to do something.
Jacob stepped closer. “I guess I really am sorry about this, Grady. No hard feelings.”
He tightened his hand on the gun. Cal knew…exactly what was going to happen next.
He turned, shoved Auggie toward the heavy loveseat it had always taken him, Cadell, his dad, and Kameron to move for his mother years ago. And then he lunged.
His hand wrapped around the man’s wrist. The gun discharged.
He felt the fire. He heard her cry out behind him. Heard her yelling his name. And then he had his hand on the gun. But Jacob wouldn’t let go.
They both went down. Fighting for possession. On the hardwood.
There was blood. He didn’t know whose blood it was. It was probably his own. He knew that. Registered it. But Auggie and two precious little girls were in this house. He’d die to protect them. No matter what he had to do, he was going to protect them.
Cal just kept fighting.