18
Before he’d even hit the end of the street, Brax had fired off a voice text to Jonah and Holt asking one or both of them to come watch the house. He couldn’t be here right now, but neither could he leave Mia alone. Leno was there. Luca was there. But he’d already failed her once. There wasn’t a chance in hell Brax could get his head on straight without knowing she was okay.
Less than a mile up the road, the return text came in saying they were en route. Brax let out a shuddering breath. She’d be covered. She’d be safe. That was priority one. Now he could absorb the rest of what had just been thrown at him. Somehow.
But not just yet.
Ten minutes later, he found himself knocking on a familiar door before he could think better of it.
Shit. He shouldn’t be here. The sun hadn’t even pee
