damn thing, there was no telling what she’d hit when it went off. The instant he had that thought, a bullet zinged from Nesta’s gun, embedding itself in the door behind Savannah.
Zach aimed his weapon, focusing on Nesta’s hand, which had momentarily stilled. Savannah fired off a shot an instant before he could. Zach watched amazed as Nesta’s gun flew across the room. Then the woman grabbed her bleeding hand and dropped down to the floor, howling in pain.
Zach busted through the back door and ran into the office. A pale Savannah was sitting in a chair, her gun in her lap. Nesta was in a corner of the room, holding her bleeding hand, howling and spitting obscenities like a seasoned drill sergeant. Poor Lamont looked to be in the worst shape. He was almost lying in his chair, sobbing like a child.
Striding across the room, he secured Nesta’s weapon, emptying the chamber. He turned to Nesta and handcuffed her, ignoring her expletives about his ancestry. Couldn’t deny that she was right.
Deciding any threat had been neutralized, he finally allowed himself to focus on Savannah. “Are you okay?”
Pale but incredibly composed, she rose to her feet. “What took you so long?”
Grabbing a crime victim and kissing her soundly was probably against somebody’s rules, but damned if Zach cared. Holding her as close as possible, he let his mouth show her how grateful he was to have her safe.
“What’s going to happen?”
Lamont’s tearful question interrupted them. Savannah pulled away slightly to look over at the man. “How could you hide something like that?”
“I had no choice, Savannah. She was my wife. I had to protect her.”
Using the radio mic on his sleeve, Zach called for backup and an ambulance. When Hazel assured him both were on their way, he turned to Savannah and said, “Want to tell me what the hell happened?”
Savannah shuddered out a long shaky breath. She was still too pale for his liking. Pulling her back into his arms, he listened in astonishment as she explained what had happened eighteen years ago. She began with the most startling part of all. “Nesta killed my parents.”
Hours later, the three Wilde sisters sat on the carpet in their parents’ bedroom. A tray with a bottle of wine and three glasses sat in front of them. It seemed only natural to congregate here. Even after all that had happened today, Savannah felt such relief to be able to think of her father in a warm, loving way again. He had been unjustly judged by everyone, most especially by his daughters.
Savannah poured the wine and handed each of her sisters a glass. Taking a sip from her own glass, she gazed around the room. “I wish so much I could tell him how sorry I am.”
Sammie sipped her wine and sighed. “I do, too, but somehow I think he knows.”
“I hope so.”
She looked over at Bri, who seemed even more pensive than usual. “You okay, Bri?”
Bri shook her head. “I just wish people weren’t so fucked up.”
“Succinct as always,” Sammie said. “Having Nesta and Lamont in jail and clearing Daddy’s name is a good day’s work.”
“I guess.” Bri raised her glass and said, “To Mama and Daddy.”
Tears glazing her eyes, Savannah clinked glasses with her sisters. “Mama and Daddy … the most beautiful couple in the world.”
“Speaking of beautiful couples, what’s going on with you and Zach?” Sammie asked.
“We haven’t really had a chance to talk about the future yet. We’re going to be together, I know that. Just not sure where yet.”
“What do you want to do?”
She had yet to broach the idea she’d come up with yesterday. After having a long talk with each sister, she knew both of them were dealing with some issues in their personal lives. Sammie had even mentioned she needed a major change in her life. The suggestion Savannah was about to make would definitely qualify.
“I want to start a security agency here in Midnight.”
It was the first time she’d said the words out loud. And even to her own ears, they sounded damn good.
“A what?” Sammie asked.
Interest sparkling in her eyes, Bri asked, “What do you know about running a security agency?”
“Nothing, but that doesn’t mean I can’t learn. Brody and Logan would be great resources.” She shrugged. “Zach has done a lot for this town. I don’t want to see Midnight go back to the way it was. Besides, he loves his job.”
“I thought you loved your job, too,” Bri said. “You’re always