Carter Reed 2 (Carter Reed #2)(40)

We were heavily armed and heavily protected.

“Oh my.” My sister pressed a hand to her throat, taking in the scene before the doors slid to the ground.

Now it was only the four of us and the four security men inside. I was used to this, but seeing her reaction, I remembered the first time I became aware of how powerful Carter was. That’s what those men did. They were physical reminders of who Carter was, of what he could do. She looked at me, her eyebrows bunched together, and she stepped closer to her friend. I wasn’t sure if she was aware of doing it or not, but I understood. He was familiar. He was safe to her.

I wanted to go to her. I wanted to reassure her that I was safe too, but I felt Carter beside me. His hand touched the top of my arm as if he was reminding me. We didn’t know these people. We didn’t know anything about them.

I looked up, saw the concern in his wolf eyes, and nodded. The worry disappeared, and he pointed to the office. “I think Emma and Andrea might want to talk alone.”

“Yes.” I breathed.

My sister nodded her agreement right away. “Yes.”

“Andrea—” her friend started.

She patted his arm. “I’ll be fine, Kevin. We sought them out, not the other way.”

“But—” He grabbed for her hand.

She evaded him. “Stop, Kevin. This is her. I want to talk to her.”

“I don’t think you should be alone.”

“Stop.” Her eyebrows lifted in warning. “I mean it, Kevin. I don’t think these men will have any qualms about having you wait outside.”

He glanced around him before returning to look at Andrea. The red had begun to creep up to his face again, and he lifted a hand, itching the backside of his neck. “Andrea, I…okay. I guess.”

Carter went to the office and opened the door. I started to follow Andrea inside, but he held me back. “One minute, please,” he said to her as he shut the door.

She frowned at him, but didn’t respond.

“What?” I glanced over my shoulder. We were out of hearing distance from her friend. “What is it?”

“Stay within eyesight of me.”

“What?”

“I don’t trust you alone with her either. The door can’t be locked, and I’m right here on the other side. If you start getting a weird feeling, scratch behind your ear. I’ll come in.”

“You think, what? She’s going to attack me or something?’

“I don’t know.” He was insistent. “But I’m not willing to risk it. The Bartels killed AJ. I don’t put anything past them.”

“Oh.” I tensed immediately. “But her…”

“Emma,” he said quietly. His hand still held my arm, but he softened his hold and his thumb began rubbing back and forth. “Just be careful, okay?”

“Okay. Yeah.” I pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I will.”

I started to step back, but he caught the back of my head and pressed me to him again. One more kiss. One solid touch from him to me. This wasn’t about passion. It wasn’t even about comfort. This was a connection between us. I felt his need for me, and my own matched it, rising within me. It wasn’t sexual. It was primal. It was the need for both of us to be okay. My lips pressed back against him, tasting him, and then I leaned away, gazing up into his eyes.

I saw a bleakness there and my hand lifted, reacting to it. I hated seeing that. He shouldn’t feel that way, ever. I touched the side of his face to reassure him.

He nodded, but the bleakness didn’t leave.

I stepped inside to talk to my sister.

It was just her and me.

With the door closed, it felt like the outside world had been cut off. The room filled with questions, but one thing rose to the top. “Our mother?” I asked.

Her eyes widened. “Oh.”

I swallowed. “I mean, how is she?” Is she alive? Is she well? Does she know about me? So many more questions waited on the edge of my tongue, wanting to spill out. I gripped my arm and held tight, physically holding myself back.

“I—” She stopped. Her chest heaved up and down in a dramatic breath. “She’s…” She looked down for a second. “Dead. A car accident.”

I stepped back. I hadn’t expected that.

“She died when I was little,” Andrea continued. “I don’t remember a lot of it.” Her voice was strangled, and she dabbed at the corner of her eye again. “I was adopted when I was five—”

“You’re two years younger than me.” I would’ve been seven. I glanced at Carter. I didn’t meet him until I was eleven. That didn’t make sense.

“I remember you.”

“You do?”

She nodded. “I remember playing together. I liked to play with dolls. You hated dolls.”

“I did?” The side of my mouth lifted up.

“I think we played hide and seek in the house. You don’t remember?”

I frowned, shaking my head. “My past is cloudy. I don’t remember a lot.”

“I’m going to get you, girly!”

I shrieked, giggling as I ran away. “No, no, Mama!”

I shook my head. AJ’s face loomed over me next. “It’s dangerous.”