Or first or last name, for that matter.
Reluctantly, Rush stepped out into the hallway and called Lain.
“What’s going on??” Lain shouted as soon as the phone call connected.
“It’s worse than I thought,” Rush said with a growl. “Fucking idiot police are leaving her completely unguarded. There’s reporters everywhere - I’m expecting them to climb up the drain pipe so they can sneak into her room. The nurses are trying to keep Blue isolated from everyone so she can recuperate but they’re not trained to fight off Chupacabras . We have to protect her.”
“What’s this ‘we’ business??” Lain shouted, his volume increasing at Rush’s explanation, not decreasing. Dammit . “Hannah is nothing but trouble for you. She’s the one who left you after high school. She’s the one who broke your goddamn heart. Do you remember the drinking bouts? Do you remember the endless string of hookers? Do you expect me to pick up the pieces after she leaves you again ?”
“I can’t worry about that right now. Her life is on the line,” Rush said stubbornly. He knew, in some back, dusty corner of his mind that Lain was right. That the last time Blue had walked out of his life had almost killed him. But…
Lain wasn’t here, looking at her. Lain didn’t know how much Blue needed Rush to protect her. He didn’t understand.
“She’s not our problem,” Lain argued. “We did the right thing. We didn’t sell the guns to the Chupas . I was even willing to go after the little girls to try to save them. But Hannah is nothing but trouble. I was there, brother. I was there when she left the first time. I don’t think you can survive a second time.”
“We have to,” Rush insisted. “We helped create this mess - we need to fix it.” He couldn’t remember the last time he’d argued with Lain. He couldn’t remember the last time they weren’t in perfect agreement. His stomach muscles clenched in panic. Lain has to understand …
Lain heaved a giant sigh, and Rush could see him in his mind - jaw clenched tight, running his hand through his hair. Next step - a fist through the wall. For Ella’s sake, he hoped Lain would switch to punching pillows.
“Fine,” Lain spit out. “Watch her overnight and then we can go to the police tomorrow and talk to them about doing their goddamned job.”
“Fine!” Rush spat out in return. “I’ll call you in the morning.”
He stalked back into the hospital room but as soon as his eyes fell on Blue, his heart rate slowed down and he felt a sort of peace wash over him. He closed the door behind him gently, then took a seat next to her hospital bed so he could hold her hand. Grip her hand and never let go, if he was being honest with himself.
The Wright and the Blackburn families had been friends and work associates for almost a century. Both families had moved to Copper Lode in the late 1800s to stake a claim in the mining country and make their fortune. Over the years, both families had diversified into other industries, and both had managed to keep their fortune, which was nothing short of a bloody miracle in some ways.
But Rush and Blue were also the first match between the two families, which was truly nothing short of a bloody miracle.
His parents, the high and mighty Blackburn socialites of the county, had been so goddamn happy and proud when he’d officially asked Blue out. For obvious reasons, he’d skipped telling them about their drunken encounter at Bob’s failed second attempt at matrimonial bliss. Here, finally, was a match between these two prestigious families, which was all his parents needed to know.
Despite the fact that his family wanted this match (and God only knows, Rush often chose to do something simply because it wasn’t something they wanted him to do), he’d fallen truly and totally in love with Hannah Blue Wright. His parents had been thrilled, and her dad had been thrilled. Blue and Rush had been thrilled. Everyone was