Her pleas received no answer from the bully before them. Her love snubbed her appeal and took control. “Put a bullet in me,” Brodie said and she shrieked.
“No! No, please, Grant!”
“Don’t have much to live for if I don’t got my girl, do I?” Brodie said. He remained tense with his eyes trained on his brother and she wished he would turn and look at her because if he did, she might be able to get through to him. Losing his parents and Art, coupled with his previous assertions that he wasn’t good for her, Zara couldn’t exclude the possibility that Brodie would welcome death.
“Beau—“
“Quiet,” he said and didn’t flinch.
Caine was just inside the door and was watching the events like they were a theatre performance. He leaned back against the doorframe and a smile bent his lips. “This is f**
