Illinois and work its way up to Washington D.C.
But he didn’t give a shit about any of that. His job was to look after Jacey and their baby.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to let him or his brother anywhere near you. No matter who he is.”
Chapter Sixteen
Derrick sat back in his chair as he said goodbye to Roarke and ended the phone call. Jacey was upstairs sleeping. Christ, when he thought about what she’d gone through, he wanted to hunt down those two bastards himself.
But this required some more delicate manoeuvring, which is where Roarke came in. His friend had some far-reaching connections. Roarke had immediately promised to contact an old friend of his who owned a security firm. Hunter Black was a former Navy SEAL and his employees all had a military or Government background.
Roarke had assured Derrick that if anyone could keep Jacey safe and investigate Stephan Worthington then it was Hunter and his team. They’d be here in the morning. In the meantime, Derrick knew he wouldn’t be getting much sleep.
He stood up and paced across the room.
The more people who knew about this, the more danger Jacey would be in.
And any danger was unacceptable to him.
***
Jacey walked down the stairs, hearing voices coming from the living room. She didn’t want to intrude on a private meeting, so she moved toward the kitchen, coming to a standstill as she saw a large man carving up some meat. Thick sandwiches were piled high on a plate beside him.
He turned to look at her and she almost stepped back out of the room. He wasn’t that tall, but he was stocky. His tight t-shirt outlined the thick muscles of his arms and shoulders. His arm seemed larger than her thigh. A huge scar ran down the side of his face, the skin around it puckered, giving him a menacing look.
“W-who are you?” A burglar wouldn’t be standing there so calmly making sandwiches.
“Friend of Roarke’s.”
A friend of Roarke’s? Where was Derrick?
“You hungry?” he asked.
“Ahh, yes, I guess,” she replied.
“Good. Pregnant. Special sandwich.”
“Umm, don’t go to any trouble,” she whispered, feeling like she’d turned a corner into the Twilight Zone.
He just grunted.
Jacey backed out of the room. She needed to find Derrick. Now.
She let out a screech of surprise as she backed into something hard and unyielding. She turned. Ice-blue eyes stared down at her, analyzing her. Her heart in her throat, she could only stand there, staring back.
If she were smart, she’d be running the other direction right now. But she had a feeling she wouldn’t get far.
“Derrick’s looking for you,” the entirely too scary man said. “Come into the living room.”
He turned away as though fully expecting her to follow him. “Who are you?” she whispered.
“Hunter,” he said over his shoulder as though that explained everything.
With a shake of her head, Jacey followed him down the hallway toward the living room.
“Jacey!”
She turned to find Derrick walking toward her, a look of intense relief on his face. He drew her into his arms.