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They’reinHoneysuckle Harbor? Crawling all over town? That’s not good. That definitely involves Ivy. And probably Ford and Harrison. They’re Brad’s friends. They were businesspartners in the restaurant in L.A. when it first opened. What the hell has Brad gotten into?
The FBI? Because of Brad?
I shove the door open to my apartment and head straight to my bedroom to pack an overnight bag.
Yes, sir. They were at his parents, then Ivy’s house, now Harrison’s. Took all the kids’ phones, fyi, in case you’ve been trying to get a hold of them. Heavy-handed bullshit. Got some lawyers working on it.
Yeah. I need to get back there. I don’t care what we said or didn’t say in Harrison’s kitchen. This is big. They need me. Or, I need to be there, at least. I type quickly.
I’m booking a flight now.
Nah, don’t worry about it. Everything is under control here.
What is with these laid-back millionaires? God. I don’t care if it’s under control or not. Obviously, there’s not much I can reallydo, but…I have to go back to South Carolina.
I need to be with the people I love.
CHAPTER 34
Ivy
It would really suckto go through this alone.
That thought keeps going through my head on repeat.
I give a shudder because even being casually interviewed by FBI agents, knowing I had done nothing wrong, it was still a little unnerving.
But I had Harrison and Ford standing by my side through this whole debacle, and I’m so grateful for that. They’ve been reassuring me, talking to a lawyer, and holding me at night.
On top of the way Liam left, I need their arms around me even more.
As we sit in Raw, the interviews done, and the searches concluded, I feel better that none of Brad’s mess is going to land on me, but I’m agitated that I don’t have my phone. They confiscated it to do further electronic analysis to make sure I wasn’t aware of Brad’s illegal activities.
Because of that, I don’t even know if Liam made it back to L.A. or if he’s trying to reach out to me or Harrison or not.
I’m sure he is. Even though we all got frustrated and angry and Liam left Honeysuckle Harbor upset, it wouldn’t be like him to not be in touch.
Without my phone, though, I have no idea.
It’s making me incredibly anxious.
Harrison asked his father to text Liam for us to let him know what was going on, and yet we haven’t heard anything, so all we can assume is that he’s still upset with us.
“You need to eat something,” Ford urges me, as I sit at the bar with his father on one side of me and Harrison’s father on the other.
“Listen to my son,” Ford’s dad, Greg, says. “You look pale.”
“I’m not sure I can eat.”
“I don’t blame you. It’s not every day you have the FBI on your ass,” Bill comments, gesturing to the two agents who are still in Raw, tucking into a seafood platter while they pour over documents.
Harrison, who is on the other side of the bar, serving himself a snifter of bourbon, eyes his father. “Helpful, Dad, thanks. Why are you here again?”
“We just wanted to make sure you kids are okay and that you’re not being bullied without benefit of legal counsel. You’ve got a lawyer right here, you know.” He gestures to Ford’s father.
“We are very much aware of that.” Harrison sips his bourbon and sets it down. “You know we’ve run everything past him, and we did reach out to the lawyer we’ve used for the restaurant since Greg is retired.”
Ford rubs my back. “I’m going to go get you some soup. You need to eat.”