Defiance (The Protectors #9)(21)
“I won’t say it again, okay?”
He nodded, but it took several long seconds of me rubbing his clenched fingers before he relaxed his hand until it was spread palm down on his thigh. I’d already settled my hand on top of his before I realized what I was doing and jerked it away from him. Luckily, he didn’t seem to notice.
“What did you do when you saw that first email?”
“I panicked,” he said. “I didn’t know where Brody was. After he…after he came out to our family, he moved away. We didn’t keep in touch, so I didn’t know where he’d gone at first. Some reporters eventually found him in Florida when the shit with my father and the Supreme Court ruling happened, but I didn’t reach out to him at the time. After the email, I hired a private investigator to find him.”
“And when you got the second email?” I probed.
“I freaked because the guy talked about going to talk to Brody. I knew if I could find him using a private investigator, he could too.”
“So you went to Dare to warn him.”
He nodded. “I knew it was a risk, but I had to take it.”
“Risk?” I asked.
“That the guy would follow me there. I did my best to cover my tracks…I didn’t use my email or anything to make the reservation for the flight. I just went to the airport and got a ticket for the flight to Montana. My assistant put the rental car in her name, stuff like that.”
“Were there any other emails referencing Brody?”
“A couple, but just more of the same stuff. Warnings about me being on the wrong path and that it was Brody’s fault.”
“Was it ever more than just the emails?” I asked.
I only knew about the vandalized car, but when Nathan paled, I knew there was more.
“Tell me,” I murmured as I put my hand on his again. I was stunned when he wrapped his fingers around mine briefly before moving his hand away.
“I’m not sure about some of the stuff,” he hedged.
“Tell me anyway. Every little bit helps.”
“Um, I started noticing little things around the house every now and then. A book on the bookshelf pulled out just a little bit farther than the rest, a glass left out on the counter on days when my housekeeper wasn’t scheduled to stop by, a favorite tie clip or cufflinks going missing…I just thought it was me being forgetful.”
“What else?”
“A flat tire now and again, missing mail and packages…all things that could be explained away.”
“When did you know something had changed?”
Nathan hesitated before saying, “I came home one night and found...I found the body of this stray cat I used to sometimes feed just outside my patio door. Its neck had been broken.”
I stiffened at that.
“Did you tell someone?” I asked.
He shook his head. “No.”
“Why the fuck not?” I snapped. When he didn’t answer me, I said, “Did the cat happen before or after you went to Dare?”
“Before…I left the very next day. The second email about the guy going after Brody had come that morning.”
“You didn’t tell Brody about the cat, did you? Or the other stuff?”
Nathan shook his head.
“Why not?”
“Because I knew what he would have done if I had. As much as he hated me, I knew he’d still have my back. He was always a better man than me.”
“And you didn’t want to risk putting him in further danger,” I murmured.
“Of course not. I don’t…I don’t get a pass on what I did to him because of all this,” Nathan snapped as he motioned between us. “I could see it in his eyes when I left,” he murmured.
“See what?”
“That he was going to forgive me.”
“And that’s so bad why?” I asked.
“Because what I did was unforgivable.” His voice was so thick with regret I felt my own throat tighten in response.
“Nate-”
“It’s Nathan!” Nathan snapped, his voice raw. “Are we done?” he asked as his pain-filled eyes turned to meet mine.
I wasn’t done, but I knew he was. “We’re done,” I acknowledged.
He didn’t say anything; he just turned his gaze back out the window. We didn’t speak again until I pulled the car past the heavy iron gate at the end of my driveway.
Chapter 7
Nathan
Vincent’s house wasn’t anything like I expected. For starters, I’d expected a log cabin or something since the house was located deep in the woods. But the structure looked quite modern and although it wasn’t huge, it was a decent size and had two stories from what I could see. The iron gate at the end of the driveway was actually the first of two gates, and I noticed they were timed so that the second gate didn’t open until the first one closed. I had to wonder if it was some kind of additional security measure. There were keypads and security cameras for both gates and I could see that, like with the gates, there were two fences running along the front of the property. The fences were made of the same iron as the gates.
Vincent pulled the car into one of the stalls in the attached three-car garage and immediately closed the door behind us. Lights came on above us as the door closed so I could easily see a big SUV parked in the second stall. The third stall had a motorcycle in it.