“A pussy. Did you know that Oliver is tracking a lead on the Coltons?”
The Coltons were a bunch of cowards who came out and attacked their business, but then when Abel fought back, killing two of their men, they retreated.
“If anyone can find them, it’s Oliver.”
“Actually, he needs you.”
“Why?”
“You were able to locate everyone. We’re hoping getting back with Harper will put your thinking brain back on. What do you think?”
“I think I may have to go with the forget-me-nots.”
“No. Everyone gets them. It screams desperation.”
“I am desperate. The love of my life watched me kill not one, but two men.”
“She had several opportunities to scream that we’re killers, and she didn’t do it,” Damian said.
“I know. I fucking know all of this.”
Damian held his hands up. “Just trying to boost your confidence.”
“It doesn’t need boosting. I need to know what flowers to buy her.”
Abel looked around the shop. The woman was busy with another customer, and he was so tired. Rubbing at his eyes, he took a deep breath.
“Harper doesn’t strike me as the kind to want flowers. Why do you think they’ll work?”
“Don’t they always?”
“No. Sometimes you just have to go as yourself.” Damian patted his chest. “You look like shit. I’d say that would work more than a bunch of flowers.”
Growling, Abel stormed out of the shop and headed toward his car. Damian rushed out, following close behind him.
Before Damian had even finished shutting the door, he was pulling away from the curb, and joining traffic.
“What are you going to say to her?” Damian asked.
“I’m going to tell her how much I love her, and that I care about her.”
“That should work.”
“Why should it work? It’s not very poetic, or very good!”
“You know, I’ve never seen you doubt yourself before. It’s kind of interesting to watch. Like a train wreck, only very real.”
Abel ignored him. He was living on coffee, minimum sleep, and no food. He was hungry for his woman.
“What’s it like?” Damian asked.
“Finding the woman for you?”
“No, this feeling right now. You look half-crazed.”
“It has been a week without her, and I don’t know if I can go on anymore. I love her more than anything else in the world. I will do everything to keep her safe. When that bastard touched her, my only thought was to kill him. To protect her because she belonged to me. I still feel that now. It never changes. My feelings, they’re strong.”
“Do you wish it wasn’t happening?”