Taking It Slow - Reese Knightley Page 0,45
cell phone out, he called one of the world’s top attorneys.
“Branson,” his best friend’s deep voice rang over the line.
“Ryan?”
“Liam?”
“I need your help.”
“Name it.”
In a few moments, Ryan Branson assured him he’d take Spencer’s case and call him back ASAP.
Liam called Maddox next. “Are you with the unit?”
“Not all of them. River, Dillon, and Zane. Why?”
Liam filled Maddox in on what he knew.
“Fuck. What do you need?”
“Just stay where you are,” he advised. “I have my attorney on it. I’ll call you with an update.”
“Will do.”
He ended the call.
“What’s going on? Where’s Spencer?”
He closed his eyes and turned to Wesley. “Come sit down.”
Liam
For three long hours, he waited.
He’d calmed Wesley down enough for the boy to take a nap in one of the loungers beneath the awning at the back of the house.
“Is he going to be okay?” Adam asked from the chair beside him.
“Yeah,” he said, but he didn’t really know.
“He’s not going back to that house, is he?”
“No,” he told his cousin gruffly.
“Good. He fucking hates it there.”
“Watch your language.”
“Sorry, but he was dying there. It was sucking the life out of him.” Adam sounded so much like his mother that it brought a smile to his lips, but hurt his heart.
“His mother was killed. Wesley will stay with Spencer now,” he promised his young cousin.
The doorbell rang and then someone laid hard on the bell. A few moments later, he heard voices. That of Anna and then Logan’s deep voice brought a lump to his throat.
“Liam?”
He stood and walked into Logan’s outstretched arms and hung on for a long moment.
“Why are you here? How did you find out?” He hadn’t called Logan because he didn’t want his brother fretting. Logan had enough on his plate with running the offices in both California and Colorado.
“Zane told Diesel, who called Elijah, who called me. I used the family jet.”
He’d forgotten how closely Infinity was linked, but fuck if he wasn’t grateful. He huffed out a choked laugh, but it came out closer to a sob. He clenched his teeth.
Adam jumped to his feet. When he drew back from Logan, Adam ran into Logan’s arms.
“Go order some pizza and give us a few minutes, okay?” Logan told Adam after a long squeeze.
“Wait, they just had pizza last weekend.” He didn’t let them order pie but once a month.
“So?” Logan squinted at him.
Liam gave up and nodded to Adam, who whooped and ran over to wake up Wesley.
Logan drew him into his arms again and held him tightly. After a long moment, his brother eased him back to arm’s length.
“Where can we talk?”
Since the teenagers were now inside, Liam stepped off the patio and walked toward the pool. He stood there with Logan at his side for a long time.
“Talk to me. You’re scaring me.” Logan took his arm and guided him to one of the glass patio tables and he sank down into the chair with Logan sitting next to him.
“How much did Elijah tell you?”
“He only knew that Spencer was arrested.”
“He was,” Liam said and filled in Logan about the missing gun, the mother’s murder, and the boyfriend being shot.
“We’re lovers,” he concluded, turning to gaze at Logan. “I love him. I had to do something.”
“It’ll be okay. None of this is your fault.”
He shook his head. “I called Ryan,” he said and guilt welled up. “That was almost four hours ago and I’m still waiting.”
Logan frowned at him and pulled out his cell phone. His brother’s fingers flew over the keypad before he placed it on the table.
“So, you and Spencer…” Logan smiled, easing back in the chair.
“Yeah.” He couldn’t smile back even though Spencer made him so damned happy.
“We’ll have him out in no time.”
“Logan.”
“What?”
“I have to be careful about how I approach this.”
“Why?”
Swearing his brother to secrecy, he told his twin of Spencer’s history and of his assurance that he would never use his money to buy Spencer.
“Hiring an attorney could fuck it all up,” he admitted.
“This is different,” Logan disagreed. “This is to protect him.”
“He won’t see it that way.”
“Let’s see what Ryan says. If Spencer refuses your attorney, then we’ll worry about what to do next.” Logan fired off another text.
“All right.”
It was another five texts and forty-five minutes before Ryan finally called back. And the call came to Logan’s phone instead of his.
Logan put it on speaker before he answered the call.
“Damn, Cobalt, can’t you cool your jets for two damn seconds?” Ryan bitched, his voice coming over the speaker.
Logan laughed. “Nope.”
“Prick.”
“Love you