“You’re also right,” I went on quietly.
“And how’s that?” Preston Mason’s voice was also quiet and as I was turned away from him I didn’t notice his eyes were also locked on Mace.
The limousine slid to a stop but before it did, Mace was already at my door.
“I’m not good enough for him,” I whispered.
The door opened and Mace leaned in, his hand wrapped around mine and he yanked me out. My hand held firmly in his, he kept me at his side as he leaned back into the limo.
He pointed at his father and he said in a tone that sent chil s up my spine, “We’re not done.”
“Kai –” Preston Mason started but he didn’t get any further.
Mace slammed the door and pul ed me toward an Explorer.
I yanked at my hand. “Mace.”
He kept going.
I yanked again. “Mace.”
He stopped us at the passenger side door and pul ed it open. “Get in.”
I looked up at him then I noticed movement and saw that the limousine was stil there, Preston Mason had alighted and was watching us.
I felt my heart skip then squeeze then stop.
It wasn’t a good thing for your heart to stop. It hurt your whole body.
“Get in the car, Stel a,” Mace ordered.
I looked at him again and his voice rumbled in my brain.
This shit goes both ways. This doesn’t end until I know you won’t walk away but also you won’t let me walk away.
Never again.
I could get him back.
I needed you to make a statement, Kitten. You didn’t.
If I made a statement, I knew, I just knew, I could get him back.
Then his father’s voice came to me.
He’s responsible for his sister’s murder.
I didn’t believe that for a second.
What I did believe was that, whatever happened with his sister, Mace believed it.
At that moment al I needed to do was make a statement.
And making a statement put my Mom and Dad on the line.
And I sure as hel didn’t have the money to help them out.
And I wasn’t about to make Mace take care of yet another of my problems.