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I felt Ian sigh, his ar around me reflexively "I wish it didn’t Goddamn, I wish it didn’t"

I shookto think about it, but the memory, still fresh, swarabbed the phone last night as soon as I lunged at Victoria He’d called the cops, so that’s who had pulledhad been so crazy that I’d ended up handcuffed and in the back of the cruiser The cop wouldn’t listen to Ian at first, so Ian had called my brother-in-law, Noah, who’s a detective

Noah had rushed over and helped to calh that I was let out and the cuffs were taken off, and instead, Victoria had been loaded up in the aed with burglary and sexual battery

When we’d gone to bed in such a hurry, neither one of us had set the alarm The door was locked, but that didn’t matter She’d broken out thein the spare bedroom like she did before and crawled into bed with us

It ht about that bitch skulking through

We’d found out that she was drunk, and it only fueled her delusions Now she was laid up the hospital under lockdoith a dislocated jaw, broken nose, and two black eyes Not to mention a nice little bald spot where I’d ripped out her hair

Andorder and a prescription for nerve pills I hated the fact that she’d be back on the street in no time, out on bond, and probably out for blood and a piece of paper wouldn’t stop her

Ian had called Victoria’s parents to let thehter They weren’t happy, and when they kept denying that she would do so like that, Ian put the cop on the phone with them Needless to say, they believed then

I burrowed a little closer into Ian for just a briefI had a feeling that I’d be putting a serious dent in my coffee supply before the day was out

I drank two cups of coffee after I hoistedas we all talked about what had happened, but theneveryone to stare at me

"Was that you?" Ery"

With the declaration, Ian told et so us alone for what seemed like the first time in forever I ran back to the bedroom and threw on a pair of jeans with my hoodie and shoved my feet into my tennis shoes and ere out the door and on our way to IHOP

When ere seated and had ordered, I glanced up to see Ian watching me, concern etched into his handsome features

"Ian," I said, softly "It’s okay, baby I’h?"

He nodded sharply "Yeah, I’ood, but I just can’t believe…" he cut off on a bark of disbelieving laughter "You think you know someone She’s been around practicallyunbalanced and I had no clue"

I reached across the table and took his hand in et what’s cohed, but the conversation waned as the waitress ca to more ?" Ian asked, cutting another bite of his pancakes

"Ours or Chloe and Brandon’s?" I sirl"

"Yeah, I ah Do you think my parents would kill us?" I joked

Ian’s eyes widened "Elope? What, like Vegas or soed one shoulder as I forked a whip-cream covered bite of blueberry pancake to htfully, then sed before answering "Sure Or Niagara Falls, or Gatlinburg I just don’t want to be married by Elvis"

Ian let out a heavy breath "So, are we really discussing this, like you really want to run away and get married?"