heels, he answered, “Sloan,” without checking the display.
“Titan, this is Sheriff Conner.”
“Yes?” He immediately had Titan’s attention.
“I thought you’d want to know, Damien Wade is out on bail. Looks like he’ll be fined, no additional jail time.”
“Fuck!” Titan stood, locking gazes with Hotshot. “How the hell did that happen?” After hearing the Fire Marshal’s investigation results, maybe he should’ve expected this, but he hadn’t.
Conner let out a harsh breath. “Wade’s got friends. I think the judge may be one of them.”
“Did you call Makenna? Does she know?” Titan felt his protective instincts rise. An uneasy feeling crept over him.
“We’ve called, there’s no answer and she doesn’t have a mail-box set up on her phone.”
“Damn!” Titan grabbed his hat off his head, tossed it down and ran his fingers through his hair. “I’ll let her know. Where’s the justice in all of this?”
“That’s out of my hands,” Conner said with an even tone. “Tell her to keep her eyes open and go to the courthouse and start the paperwork for a restraining order.”
“I’ll take care of her,” Titan promised. Putting his phone back in his pocket, he turned to Hotshot. “I have to find Makenna, Wade’s out of jail.”
“Shit.” His friend stood up and started for the door. “I think I know where to find her. I invited her and her friend to the pool party. Come on.”
Titan was right behind him. “I’ve got to find her before he does.”
* * *
The party was in full-swing by the time they drove up. Titan had turned on his First Responders siren to forestall any slow drivers from hogging the road. What the hell use was there in being Fire Chief if he couldn’t use his position to protect those he cared about? He’d been torn about stopping at the Wade house on the way over, just to make sure she wasn’t there. Without a restraining order in place, there was nothing keeping Damien from just going home and wanting to pick up where he left off. Scenarios of him finding or cornering Makenna haunted Titan. He wouldn’t rest until he saw her with his own two eyes.
When they reached Canyon Lake, cars and trucks were lined up on both sides of the narrow street. Titan had the devil of a time finding a spot. Once they were parked, both men hurried toward the waterfront home. Laughter and the sound of splashing water could be heard wafting over the fence. This wasn’t the type of outing Titan usually enjoyed. He preferred doing his courting one-on-one.
Like he’d told Hotshot, he’d already made up his mind to pay Makenna a visit before Conner had called. After what she’d been through, asking her to make the first move was just shooting himself in the foot. So, he wanted to do this right. Titan wanted to court Makenna. If his mother were here, she’d tell him to wait a decent amount of time before calling on her. But this wasn’t a normal situation. In view of Wade’s release, he was about to put his plan in fast-forward. Everything had changed.
“Are you sure she’s here?” he asked impatiently. Conner had been right about one thing—she wasn’t answering her phone, which scared the crap out of him. Could Wade have found her already?
“She should be here, both of the girls said they were coming.”
Titan had no more than stepped into the backyard before a bevy of women surrounded them. A hasty perusal of the guests told him the count of females to males was five to one. Hell, it wasn’t even safe for a single man to be here.
“I’ll help you look,” Hotshot said, taking off toward the beach.
“Excuse me, excuse me.” Titan tried to work his way through the crowd. Where was she?
And then he saw her…
Holy Fucking Shit.
No wonder the women were swarming around. They were destitute, because half the men in attendance were standing around one woman—flirting to beat the band.
Makenna.
He could also see why she didn’t have her phone on
“Titan, this is Sheriff Conner.”
“Yes?” He immediately had Titan’s attention.
“I thought you’d want to know, Damien Wade is out on bail. Looks like he’ll be fined, no additional jail time.”
“Fuck!” Titan stood, locking gazes with Hotshot. “How the hell did that happen?” After hearing the Fire Marshal’s investigation results, maybe he should’ve expected this, but he hadn’t.
Conner let out a harsh breath. “Wade’s got friends. I think the judge may be one of them.”
“Did you call Makenna? Does she know?” Titan felt his protective instincts rise. An uneasy feeling crept over him.
“We’ve called, there’s no answer and she doesn’t have a mail-box set up on her phone.”
“Damn!” Titan grabbed his hat off his head, tossed it down and ran his fingers through his hair. “I’ll let her know. Where’s the justice in all of this?”
“That’s out of my hands,” Conner said with an even tone. “Tell her to keep her eyes open and go to the courthouse and start the paperwork for a restraining order.”
“I’ll take care of her,” Titan promised. Putting his phone back in his pocket, he turned to Hotshot. “I have to find Makenna, Wade’s out of jail.”
“Shit.” His friend stood up and started for the door. “I think I know where to find her. I invited her and her friend to the pool party. Come on.”
Titan was right behind him. “I’ve got to find her before he does.”
* * *
The party was in full-swing by the time they drove up. Titan had turned on his First Responders siren to forestall any slow drivers from hogging the road. What the hell use was there in being Fire Chief if he couldn’t use his position to protect those he cared about? He’d been torn about stopping at the Wade house on the way over, just to make sure she wasn’t there. Without a restraining order in place, there was nothing keeping Damien from just going home and wanting to pick up where he left off. Scenarios of him finding or cornering Makenna haunted Titan. He wouldn’t rest until he saw her with his own two eyes.
When they reached Canyon Lake, cars and trucks were lined up on both sides of the narrow street. Titan had the devil of a time finding a spot. Once they were parked, both men hurried toward the waterfront home. Laughter and the sound of splashing water could be heard wafting over the fence. This wasn’t the type of outing Titan usually enjoyed. He preferred doing his courting one-on-one.
Like he’d told Hotshot, he’d already made up his mind to pay Makenna a visit before Conner had called. After what she’d been through, asking her to make the first move was just shooting himself in the foot. So, he wanted to do this right. Titan wanted to court Makenna. If his mother were here, she’d tell him to wait a decent amount of time before calling on her. But this wasn’t a normal situation. In view of Wade’s release, he was about to put his plan in fast-forward. Everything had changed.
“Are you sure she’s here?” he asked impatiently. Conner had been right about one thing—she wasn’t answering her phone, which scared the crap out of him. Could Wade have found her already?
“She should be here, both of the girls said they were coming.”
Titan had no more than stepped into the backyard before a bevy of women surrounded them. A hasty perusal of the guests told him the count of females to males was five to one. Hell, it wasn’t even safe for a single man to be here.
“I’ll help you look,” Hotshot said, taking off toward the beach.
“Excuse me, excuse me.” Titan tried to work his way through the crowd. Where was she?
And then he saw her…
Holy Fucking Shit.
No wonder the women were swarming around. They were destitute, because half the men in attendance were standing around one woman—flirting to beat the band.
Makenna.
He could also see why she didn’t have her phone on
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