Colters' Gift (Colters' Legacy #5)(59)

“Or the men I love,” she added quietly.

“Oh honey,” Holly said, squeezing her hand tightly. “You’ve got to stop taking on so much. You aren’t to blame if something happens to one of our men. That blame lies squarely on the shoulders of Joel Knight.”

“And is that what you thought when you decided to go away from the dads?” Lauren asked pointedly.

Holly flushed, her cheeks going pink. “The point is, I wasn’t thinking at the time. I was scared out of my mind. I’d gone through a traumatic experience and I was acting on instinct. My instinct was to protect them.”

“My instinct is to protect the people I love,” Lauren said.

“We understand,” Lily said. “Really, we do, Lauren. But let them help you. Our strength is in our family. Not one individual.”

Holly beamed at her daughter-in-law. “My daughters are extremely smart women. And Lily is exactly right. Our strength doesn’t come from one person. It’s from our bond. Our willingness to go to bat for one another.”

They immediately went quiet when Liam entered the kitchen, his expression grim. Lauren’s heart dropped to her toes and she reached blindly for Holly’s hand, needing her support more than ever.

Holly grabbed her hand and gripped it with bruising force.

“What happened, what did he say?” Lauren blurted.

“He wants to talk to you,” Liam said.

Her eyes widened. “Why?”

“He just wants to make sure we’re not jerking him around. I don’t think it’s anything to worry about. Just don’t tip your hand in the phone call. No names. He can say what he wants, but keep your responses to the minimum. Yes or no answers are best. If there’s anything you’re unsure of, you put him on hold and run it by us. Okay?”

She swallowed and nodded. “Okay.”

He held out his hand to her. Holly disentangled her hand from Lauren’s and urged her forward. Liam wrapped his arm around her, squeezing her briefly before guiding her into the living room, where the others sat.

Noah was sitting on the couch, his hand curled around a cordless phone. When he saw Lauren, he put the phone back on the base and hit the button for the speaker. He held up one finger to his lips to signal to Lauren not to mention that everyone was listening in. Then he pointed at her to begin the conversation.

“H-hello?” Lauren began hesitantly.

“With whom am I speaking to?”

The man’s voice was sharp and distinct, and it made Lauren instantly nervous.

She glanced up at Liam, who nodded that she should answer.

“Lauren Wilder,” she responded.

“And, Ms. Wilder, would you be so kind as to provide a few simple pieces of information to verify your identity?”

She frowned, her brow furrowing tightly. Noah held up a hand and nodded and then motioned for her to answer.

“Okay,” she reluctantly agreed.

“Can you give us your last known address?”

She frowned harder. Technically her last address was her apartment here in Clyde and no way in hell she was giving this man that information. And before that, there was the apartment that Max had moved her into after she’d left Joel. Again, no way she was giving that out either. But neither of those addresses were ones the police would have any knowledge of, so they wouldn’t expect either.

Liam was furiously scribbling something on a piece of paper and then he held up a notebook that said, give him the address of the residence you lived with Joel.

In a halting voice, she gave the man on the phone the address of the penthouse where she and Joel had spent a year.

“Thank you,” the man said. “Can you also verify your date of birth and the town you were born in?”

All the questions were making her uncomfortable, but Noah and Liam were telling her to answer, so she provided the requested information, wishing they could just get on with it.

“Thank you, Ms. Wilder. I can’t tell you how glad we are to hear from you. My office has been looking for you for quite some time.”

The relief was obvious in his voice, but his words sent alarm shrieking through her system. She yanked her head upward, fearfully seeking out Noah and Liam once more.

Noah reached over and squeezed her knee in a gesture meant to soothe her, but the fact that there were even more people looking for her freaked her out.

“Now that her identity has been established, you’ll speak to me about the arrangements,” Noah inserted bluntly.

“Yes, of course Mr. . . . What did you say your name was again?”

“I didn’t.”

There was a lengthy pause, and then Noah motioned for Liam to take Lauren away again. She frowned, wanting to hear what was said, but Noah punched the speakerphone off and picked up the phone again.

“Come on, baby,” Liam murmured.

“Why can’t I hear?” she asked as they walked back to the kitchen.

“Because we’d rather whatever is decided on to come from me and Noah,” Liam said frankly. “Hearing suggestions or bits and pieces is just going to cause you unnecessary stress. Noah won’t agree to anything that isn’t in your best interest, and he damn sure won’t put you in a position we feel is unsafe.”

She went into his arms, wanting and needing his hug. She looped her arms around his waist and rubbed her cheek against his chest.