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Lacey frowned. “Right. You refused to eat the brownies I brought you, but you’re devouring that chocolate torte like it’s the last thing you’ll ever eat.”

I sighed.

“Wait a second,” Lacey said, gesturing at me with her fork. “You also aren’t drinking. What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” I said quickly. Too quickly.

Lacey’s eyes narrowed and then she broke out into a smile. “You’re pregnant.”

“No!” I denied.

“You’re a terrible liar!” Lacey said, jumping up in excitement. “You’re pregnant! Does Flynn know?”

No use lying anymore. “No.”

Lacey embraced me and said, “Why aren’t you happier?”

“I’m still in shock,” I said truthfully. “And I never wanted kids.”

“Oh,” Lacey said in sudden understanding. Amazing woman that she was, she didn’t focus on it and ask me a bunch of questions.

My cell phone rang. I jumped up, pouncing on it, eager to hear my husband’s voice.

“Flynn?”

“It’s Sasha.”

“Why are you on Flynn’s phone?”

“There’s been an accident.”

I felt all the blood rush from my head. Forcing myself to take deep, calming breaths, I kept the phone to my ear. “What happened?”

“Flynn was shot,” Sasha went on, “in the shoulder. He’s with the doctor now.”

“Where are you?” He gave me the address. “I’ll be right there.” I hung up and then grabbed my purse and searched for my shoes.

“What’s going on?” Lacey asked.

“Flynn was shot. I’ve got to go.”

“Wait, I’ll go with you,” Ash said, getting up.

“No. I’m good. I’ve got this.” All my nerves had somehow disappeared, and I was able to think clearly.

Because I was a queen.

Chapter 55

I met Sasha outside a warehouse by the docks. “Tell me everything,” I said in lieu of a greeting.

“Marino’s dead,” he said flatly. “Winters botched the timing. Marino got trigger-happy and scared. He let off a shot, and it caught Flynn. Winters took out Marino and here we are.”

“Where’s Winters now?” I asked as Sasha led me into the warehouse, down a long hallway lit with garish overhead fluorescent lights.

“Cleaning up his mess.”

“And while that was going on, you were able to get Flynn out of there.” We arrived at the end of the hallway and Sasha gestured for me to go into the room. Flynn was on a cot in the center of the room, moaning in pain as a man stood over him, doing something I couldn’t see.