Duncan (The Protectors #3)(60)
“Sloan has turned it over to another local Warrior charter who will be handling it since we are too close to you,” Damon added. “Also local law enforcement is involved, and there is an active search for him.”
Nicole handed her the papers with a pen. Pam looked them over, and then handed them to Duncan to read.
Duncan read the papers, his eyes darkening. He handed them back to her with a nod, putting his arm around her. “Everything looks fine, and I’m sure Sloan has already been through them.” He voice was deep with anger, but there was no trace of anger in his eyes.
With shaking fingers, she signed her name, a feeling of empowerment shooting through her veins. Handing them back to Nicole, she leaned back into Duncan, her hand reaching for Daniel’s little hand. It was time to start over, leaving the past in the past.
“I’m proud of you.” Duncan leaned close, talking low. “I will be with you every step of the way.”
Turning her head, she looked up at him. “I know you will.”
As soon as Damon pulled up to the front door, Duncan helped Pam out, and then walked around to get Daniel out of the car seat, handing him to Pam.
Once inside, Damon nodded toward the door giving Duncan ‘a look’.
“I’m going to help Damon with the car seat and get the rest of the stuff.” He smiled as their eyes met. He kissed her long and hard. He couldn’t help it. She looked so beautiful holding Daniel.
Once the men were outside, Duncan leaned against the SUV. “Who’s in charge of Pam’s case?”
“Roger Parks.” Damon opened the back pulling out a few bags. “He and his guys are good. They’ll find him. They’re staying in close contact with Sloan so we’ll know what’s going on.”
Duncan nodded deep in thought.
“We can’t get involved, Duncan,” Damon warned. “We need to do this right, or Pam may suffer for it.”
“Yeah, I know,” Duncan cursed, opening the door to get the car seat. “I just have a bad feeling about it.”
“Just keep her near until he’s caught and charged,” Damon grunted. “We both know the restraining order isn’t going to mean shit to the bastard.”
“Yeah, just like the restraining order he has on us means nothing.” Duncan carried the car seat up the steps to the front door. “If he even breathes in her direction, he’s a dead man. Next time, he doesn’t walk away, and I have a feeling he’s not going down in a courtroom.”
“I got that same feeling.” Damon smacked him on the back as they headed up to the house.
*****
Jill walked out on the back porch after Adam left. Tessa was kneeling on the floor looking at her phone. Rushing over, Jill helped her up.
“I want so badly to text him.” Tessa looked up from the phone. “I have it all typed out, but can’t hit the send button.”
“Hit the button, Tessa,” Jill urged. “You’re miserable and I know he is.”
“Was I stupid to feel this way?” Tessa looked at her searching for answers, but before Jill could answer, Tessa kept going. “It just hurt so badly, to see him with her like that, but…” Tears fell down her cheeks.
“But what?” Jill felt so badly for her, but didn’t know what to do. She had limited knowledge of relationships. Jill knew that Pam or Nicole should be the ones here talking to her, but unfortunately, they weren’t. It was just her, the chick who couldn’t get a date if she paid a guy.
“I can’t give him what he needs.” Tessa’s voice turned hopeless. “He will always have to feed from someone else, and I can’t keep putting us through this every time.”
“Did it bother you that he fed from Vicky before the picture?” Jill asked, trying to understand.
“Yeah, it did because it wasn’t me.” Tessa flipped her uninjured hand in the air. “Even though Jared made sure I was always present when he fed, I still hated it. How selfish is that?”
“I don’t think it’s selfish at all. I mean if you love someone, I would think you’d want to be the one giving your partner everything they needed.” Jill shrugged. “I think it’s totally normal to feel the way you feel.”
“You do?” Tessa looked at her with hope. “I don’t sound like a selfish bitch?”
Jill laughed. “No. You sound like you want to give your man everything he needs and there isn’t anything wrong with that, actually that’s the way it should be.”
“Are you happy being a half-breed?” Tessa asked, then cringed. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked that.”
“No, it’s okay.” Jill was quiet for a few moments deep in thought. “It’s kind of cool, but lonely. My family pretty much wrote me off as you already know. All I have is you guys and the Warriors; to everyone else I’m a freak of nature.”
“No, you’re not.” Tessa hugged her. “You’re a good friend, Jill. Thank you.”
“Why did you ask me that, Tessa?” Jill hugged her back before leaning away looking at her.
“I want to be the one he comes to so I can give him what he needs to survive. Isn’t that what how it’s supposed to be?” Tessa looked away, her shoulders slumping in defeat.