Hold on to Me (12 page)

Relief trickled through Mitch, if only for a microsecond. “Thanks, man.”

“Hold tight.”

Hold tight? Right now he was just trying to hold on to what was left of his sanity.

Mitch clicked End and tossed the phone to Simone. “Ryan’s getting her.”

He leaned back in his seat, looked out the window, and tried to settle his raging temper.

Simone was silent next to him, but after several minutes of city lights streaking by and the vehicle bouncing over dips in the road, she said, “I’m sorry.”

The words ignited a firestorm inside Mitch. He turned on her before he thought better of it. “You’re
sorry
? For what? Fucking up my life, destroying my house, or nearly getting me killed? Tell me, what are you
really
sorry for, Simone?”

“Mitch—”

The placating sound of her voice caused his emotions to bubble up and over before he could stop them. Everything he’d been through the last few days—the stress and the misery and the loss—was all because of her. “What the hell are you involved in? Is it an irate client? Or is it just the last guy you fucked over coming after you because you ruined his life too?”

The cab driver’s curious glance reflected in the rearview mirror, but Mitch ignored him. Then wished he’d ignored Simone too and hadn’t seen the color fade from her cheeks. He wasn’t the one who should feel guilty here, dammit. He hadn’t fucked everything up.

“That’s not fair,” she whispered.

“Not fair?
Not fair?
” Mitch pushed away from the seat back and leaned toward her. “I’ll tell you what’s not fair. The fact I gave up six fucking months for this shit. If I’d known this was what I was going to get out of it, I never would have stepped foot in your damn office.”

His hands were shaking, and realizing he’d reached the end of his rope, he shifted back in his seat and looked out the window again so he didn’t shake some serious sense into her. Yeah he was being a dick, but he honestly didn’t care. He’d lost his house tonight, and very nearly his life. All because of her. That went ten steps beyond ripping out his heart, which she’d already done.

Silence filled the cab. But as they pulled up in front of Ryan’s building and the car drew to a stop, Simone quietly said, “I was wrong about you. You’re more like your brother-in-law than I thought. You obviously learned how to be an ass from the very best.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

S
imone stood in the elevator of Ryan’s building, staring at the numbers as they passed floors, heading toward Ryan’s office. Mitch was leaning against the back wall of the car, seething, but she was too worried to care. He hadn’t given her a chance to explain, he hadn’t wanted to listen, and right now all she could think about was making sure her daughter was okay.

The elevator pinged, and the door opened. A security guard with dark hair, one Simone knew she’d met before, greeted them and unlocked Ryan’s office door. “Mr. Harrison said he’d be here shortly and to just make yourselves at home.”

Right. Like that was going to happen.

She managed a “thank you” and clenched her hands into fists as she stepped into the lavish corporate office. A view of the twinkling city shone through the wall of windows ahead, just past Ryan’s sleek desk. To her left, a sitting area with couches and tables and a wet bar faced a large flat screen TV, and on her right, double glass doors opened to a spacious conference room.

Mitch went right for the wet bar, but Simone was too keyed up to drink. Instead, she spotted the bathroom door on the far side of the room and made a beeline straight for it.

Ryan’s private bathroom was as swanky as his office. Marble, mirrors, and a huge stone shower filled the space. Bracing her hands on the counter, she stood in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. Dirt was smeared across her forehead, her hair was a mess of brown strands around her face, and her eyes held a wild, frightened look she’d only seen once before. Everything she’d been afraid of when she’d first gotten that call was coming true and there wasn’t a single thing she could do to stop it.

Her mind flashed back to that day Steve had told her where he was. And the gut-wrenching moment she’d had to decide to either go with him or say good-bye forever. That, at least, had been her decision. Her stomach tightened when she realized Mitch might not have the luxury of that choice. Not if the people who’d been after Steve had already connected Mitch to her.

A lead weight landed hard, right in the center of her chest. Hand shaking, she reached for a towel from a shelf beneath the sink, flipped on the water, and ran it under the stream. After wiping the dirt from her skin, she splashed cool water on her face and reached for a fresh towel to dry.

A door opened and closed in the outer office. Voices echoed beyond the bathroom walls. Simone froze, and when she heard Shannon’s exuberant voice, bolted for the door.

Mitch was kneeling on one knee, holding Shannon in a tight hug when Simone stepped into the room, his eyes closed, his hair a sexy mess around his face. As he held her daughter, the anger he’d directed Simone’s way seemed to seep away, leaving behind only relief and…joy.

Shannon hugged him hard and whispered, “I can’t believe you’re here. Why are you here? Where’s my mom?”

“Nannon.”

Shannon turned her head at the sound of Simone’s voice and looked her way. She pulled out of Mitch’s arms and sprinted across the room. “Mom.”

Simone dropped to her knees, closed her eyes, and gathered her daughter close. Yesterday, she’d been livid that Shannon had run off. Today all she could do was thank God she was safe.

Shannon eased back, her curly hair caught in the neck of her hoodie as if she’d just thrown it on. “Are you okay? Why is your shirt ripped?”

Simone glanced down at the tear in the shoulder and along the hem. She shook her head, not wanting Shannon to worry. “It’s nothing. I just caught it on something.” She placed both hands on Shannon’s cheeks. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Mom.” When Simone started inspecting her, Shannon rolled her eyes. “I told you I was fine. I was asleep when Mr. Harrison came over and woke me and Melody up.”

Melody
.

Simone’s gaze snapped to Ryan, standing near the wet bar, and, Kate, who was picking up a soda can from the counter and tossing it in the trash. “Is Melody okay?”

“Fine.” Ryan tugged off his jacket and threw it on the end of the couch. “We took her home. I have a couple of guys at your place keeping an eye on things to see if anyone shows.”

“What about Julia and Reed?”

“My folks are at the house,” Kate answered.

“Shit,” Mitch muttered. “Mom and Dad are here? I thought they weren’t coming until next week.”

Simone blew out a breath of relief, the first time since those bullets had started flying. For now it seemed like tragedy had been averted, but that wouldn’t last.

“They changed their plans.” Kate glanced her brother’s way, and her eyes widened. “Oh my God, you’re bleeding.” She grabbed a towel from the bar and stepped toward Mitch, pressing the cotton against his upper arm. “What happened to you two?”

Simone’s relief was short-lived. She pushed to her feet, rested her hand on Shannon’s shoulder’s, and looked at Mitch’s arm. “You got shot?”

“
Shot?
” Shannon asked in a frantic voice, turning beneath her mother’s hands. “What?”

“It’s okay.” Mitch sent Simone a
don’t worry her more
look, then focused on Shannon, his expressions softening. “It’s nothing.”

Kate looked toward her husband. “Do you have a first aid kit in here?”

“Yeah.” Ryan moved toward cabinets on the far wall, and Kate followed.

Mitch held the towel against his arm, and for the first time, Simone noticed the dried streaks of blood on his forearm and the smears across his T-shirt. “I’m fine, Shannon. It’s just a scratch.”

“Just a scratch, my ass,” Kate muttered as she came back.

Ryan wheeled his desk chair over and pushed on Mitch’s good shoulder. “Sit. Before your sister flips out.”

“It’s nothing,” Mitch said to Kate, pulling back his sleeve so she could get at the wound. “It barely grazed me.”

It being the bullet. Simone gripped Shannon’s shoulders and fought back the bile sliding up her throat.

Kate dabbed at the wound with an alcohol pad. “Mom and Dad were right to be worried about you.”

Mitch clenched his jaw. “Mom and Dad wouldn’t be worried about me if someone didn’t have loose lips.”

“I’m not the one who blabbed,” Kate tossed back. “Thank your friend Kendrick.”

Mitch’s gaze shot to Ryan, standing on his other side. Ryan shrugged. “Sorry, man. Your mom called our house, and Julia must have told them you were staying with Kendrick, then your mom called him wondering why you hadn’t just come home if you were in the Seattle area. I swear he’s the one who spilled, not us.”

It took a moment for the conversation to sink in, but when it did, Simone realized they were talking about her. The reason Mitch’s parents were worried about him was because of their breakup.

The room started to close in. The air felt hot, and her skin tight. Mitch’s gaze snapped to hers and held, but before she could find any words, he looked down at Shannon, who stood in front of her.

“I’m fine, Shannon,” he said again. “It’s nothing.”

“But…but you got shot.”

He motioned with his good arm, and hesitantly, Shannon eased out from under her mother’s grip and stepped toward his chair. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to his side. “Kate, take that off for a minute.”

Kate pulled the alcohol pad back to reveal the skin that had been stripped away.

“See?” Mitch said to Shannon. “Not a big deal. Just a scratch. Not even as bad as when you crashed your bike last month.”

“But…who would shoot at you?”

Mitch looked over Shannon’s head toward Simone again, and his eyes narrowed, but his voice remained just as calm as it always did when he stepped in to diffuse a situation with Shannon. “No one. They weren’t after me. It was just a random drive-by thing.” He looked down at her again, his face softening once more. “You know that stuff happens in the city sometimes, right? We saw it on the news a few weeks ago, remember?”

“Yeah.” Shannon watched Kate clean and bandage the wound, but her one-word answer said she still wasn’t sure.

“Everything’s okay, Shannon. Trust me.”

He pulled her in for a one-armed hug, and Shannon leaned against his chest. Closing her eyes, she whispered, “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Me too, sweetheart.”

Mitch might be okay, but Simone wasn’t. Her pulse picked up speed, and her head felt light. Everything that had happened tonight spiraled in to suck the air out of her lungs.

“Mom? Are you okay?”

The room spun. Simone swayed.

Dimly, she heard Kate say, “Ryan?”

“I’ve got her.”

She registered Ryan’s arm around her waist, his hand on her arm, felt her sluggish feet moving but couldn’t seem to focus on any one thing. Something soft pressed against her spine and the backs of her legs. From across the room, she recognized Shannon’s panicked voice but couldn’t find the words to respond.

“That’s it. Just breathe,” Ryan said in a reassuring voice. “You’re okay.”

“Mom?”

“She’s fine,” Ryan said again in that same calm voice. “Just give her some room.”

“I’m done here,” Kate said. “Shannon, why don’t you and I go down the hall and get some coffee going? You’re out of coffee here, aren’t you, Ryan?”

“What? Yeah. Coffee. Right. That’s a good idea.”

“But my mom—”

“She’s fine, Shannon,” Kate said. “Some people get queasy at the sight of blood, that’s all. Let’s just give her some space, okay? We’ll be right back.”

The door opened and closed. Slowly, the room seemed to slow its crazy spinning, and Simone felt air filling her lungs all over again. When she lifted her head and managed to open her eyes, she focused on Ryan’s face, just in front of hers.

A slow smile spread across his lips. His hands were resting on her biceps, and he was kneeling in front of the couch where she was sitting. “There you go. That looks more like the girl I know.”

The girl he knew
…

That was the problem. He had no idea who she really was. None of them did. That familiar panic pushed in again, but she fought it back.

She hadn’t had a panic attack in years, and she wasn’t giving in to one again. Not now.

Focus. Plan. Execute
.

“I-I’m fine.” She pulled her arms from his grip and ran her hands through her hair. “Mitch…” Her throat closed, and she swallowed hard. “Mitch is the one you should worry about.”

Ryan looked to his left. “Dog-breath is fine. Aren’t you?”

From the edge of the bar where he was standing, Mitch flipped Ryan the bird. “No thanks to you.”

Ryan chuckled, then turned to Simone. His face sobered. “We need to call the police. But first, why don’t you tell me what happened.”

She chanced a look Mitch’s way. His eyes were focused solely on her, his arms hanging loosely at his sides, the bandage and the blood on his T-shirt drawing her attention and reminding her of everything that had happened.

She closed her eyes to block out the memory. “The police aren’t going to be able to do anything. We need to call WITSEC. But even that…” She opened her eyes and stared at Ryan’s shocked expression. “I’m not sure I can trust the US marshal assigned to my case.”

CHAPTER NINE

M
itch had to have heard Simone wrong.

“WITSEC? US marshals?” He gave his head a small shake, afraid the blow he’d taken when he’d been fighting that guy in his yard might have done some serious damage. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Simone gripped the couch cushion at her thighs, and opened her eyes. “Shannon and I left the witness protection program two and a half years ago after Steve died. I thought we were safe, but I was obviously wrong.”

Ryan moved to sit on the long arm of the leather sectional. “Witness protection? Holy cow.”

Simone didn’t look Mitch’s way. “I met Steve my last year of college. He was an accountant, working for a big company on the east coast.”