Catch Him(63)

A boundary she’d put up between them.

Flynn had killed Garrett because Garrett lunged at her. Garrett was dead. It was as if these basic facts had to be sorted out in her mind because they weren’t actually landing.

She stared at Flynn, who said nothing. His expression blank. He’d killed three men today and she doubted he would lose a minute of sleep over it. Neither would her brother. Jillian certainly wouldn’t.

She didn’t know enough about Sinead to know how she would react, but it was clear to see that she hadn’t been too affected by what happened. She was still chatting on, trying obviously to take Mary’s mind off the fact that her ex-husband was missing the back of his head. That her ex-father-in-law was still standing over his body.

No, it was soft Mary who would be the most bothered by what happened.

Too-soft Mary.

Flynn took a step toward her as if he wanted to say something, but the moment he did, she flinched and he immediately froze.

“Mary? Mary!”

Finally Sinead’s voice penetrated and Mary shifted her focus to her.

“Come on. Let’s get you home.”

Mary nodded and got in the car. Declan could always have it detailed to remove the blood and gore.

They drove past Flynn, and as Mary watched him, she realized he was still standing frozen. His eyes on her. Watching her. Probably waiting to see some reaction. Only she was too numb inside to show him anything.

Then the car passed him and he was gone.

Flynn killed Garrett. Yes, she decided. That seemed right.



* * *

Flynn watched the car drive away. That expression on her face. God. That flinch. He didn’t know what it meant, but he knew it killed something inside him. Had it been hope?

Flynn walked over to Declan. “I had no choice.”

Dec turned to him. “Really? You feel you need to justify yourself to me? Let me assure you, you do not. Garrett Huntley was not going to survive the day.”

No, Flynn thought. He wasn’t. It was probably wrong to be pleased to be the one to end him. But he didn’t care. He’d been in that hospital room with Mary. He’d seen what he’d done to his precious girl…

Not his girl. Never his girl.

“Hey boss,” Jillian called out from her position in front of Huntley Sr. “Mary’s gone. You want to do this now?”

Flynn could see the man react. Like suddenly he understood who he had decided to mess with. Jillian was stone cold when it came to ending bad guys.

Declan looked to Flynn, as if for advice. “Hey you know what I think,” Flynn said. “If I had it my way, I would have taken all four of them out at the same time.”

“Yes, but then he wouldn’t have gotten to learn how his life has been ruined. No, Jillian. Let’s let Huntley Sr. experience what a life on the run with no assets—or jail, or being hunted by terrorists—feels like. Death, I think, is too easy.”

Jillian lowered the gun. “You heard the boss. Start running.”

And run is exactly what the man did. It was pathetic, Flynn thought. This old man running down the driveway toward the sedan off to the side of the road. His son’s body not even a thought in his head.

“Yes,” Declan said casually. “We’ll see how he likes the experience. But if somehow he manages to avoid prison or death, you’ll take care of him.”

Flynn smiled. “With pleasure.”





Chapter 20





Sinead was in the process of drying her hair when Dec popped his head around the corner of the bathroom door. Since she was just in her bra and a pair of panties, he took a moment to take in both her backside and her front side reflected in the mirror.

“Uh... Can I help you?” she asked over her shoulder.

“Yes. You can lose the panties and the bra and let me watch you blow dry your hair naked.”

“Dude, we just banged it out like thirty minutes ago. You can’t possibly be thinking about sex again.”

“Uh, babe. Man here. Remember? Big dick?”

“Big dickhead is right,” she muttered.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

“What do you want?” she shouted over the noise of the hair dryer.

“When you’re done making yourself beautiful I have a surprise waiting for you in the bedroom.”

Really, she decided. He was insatiable. However, since she seemed to be as well, she supposed she couldn’t throw sticks.

“Ten minutes.”

“Make it eight,” he told her and then shut the door.

Impossible man. No doubt she would find him waiting on the bed with a bow wrapped around said big dick.

The reality was, they hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other much since the incident. Which is how they referred to Garrett’s death.