Chapters (68)
- Biding Time
- Dedication
- Table of Contents
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Acknowledgments
- Other Titles by Lyn Gardner
- Going on Red
- Choices
- Born Out of Wedlock
- Give Me A Reason
- Mistletoe
“She has to feed, Finn,” Bennett said as she helped Lisa to her feet. “I was hoping we’d have time to get you to Max’s before then, but will you be okay here until the sun comes up? You’ll be safe after that.”
Finn looked at his watch. “Sure, I’ll be fine. Sun’s usually up around seven, and that’s only four hours away. Now that I know Lisa’s all right, maybe I can catch up on some sleep.”
“What about the gallery?” Lisa said, looking from her brother to Bennett. “Tomorrow’s Monday. We’re supposed to reopen on Monday—remember?”
“The gallery is the least of our worries at the moment, Lisa,” Bennett said softly. “We can’t think about that right now.”
“Maybe you can’t, but I didn’t spend the last decade building up a client base only to shut the doors on one of your whims,” Lisa said, flicking her hand in the air. “Oh, that’s right. Your last whim only affected our schedules, so you could get a little somethin’ on the side—huh?” Lisa zeroed in on Ruby and wrinkled her nose. “And in case anyone’s forgotten who that little somethin’ was, she’s standing right over there.”
Finn gaped at his sister and then leaned in closer to Bennett. “Um…is she drunk because she’s usually not that ballsy?”
“She’s not drunk,” Bennett whispered. “More like…um…a bit discombobulated. Just play along. It’s easier.”
“Um…okay.” Finn turned back to Lisa. “I have an idea, sis. How about this? Why don’t I stop by the gallery when I leave here and put up a sign saying we’re closed for redecorating or something? Will that work?
“What about the answering machine?”
“I’ll change the message.”
“You hate doing those messages.”
“I’ll bite the bullet today,” Finn said, tickled by the exchange. “Okay?”
Lisa rolled her eyes. “I suppose.”
“Right, well, thanks for coming to the rescue, Finn,” Bennett said, patting the man on the back. “We wouldn’t want our clients feeling unappreciated.”
The sparkle in Bennett’s eyes matched that in Finn’s. “Not a problem, boss. Just take care of my sister. I’ll handle the gallery.”
Bennett slipped her arm around Lisa’s waist when she saw her begin to sway and then looked over at Ruby. “I need you to drive.”
“Of course.”
“Wait,” Finn said, sending a scowl in Ruby’s direction. “Max told me who you are and that your fucking brother—”
“Finn, now’s not the time,” Bennett said, touching the man’s arm. “There’s a lot you don’t know. All right?”