“Ignore him,” Beckett said with a small wave. “His jokes aren’t as funny as his looks.”
For a long moment Jenna traded looks with each of them. “Edward said you all were Crystal’s friends?” she asked, her gaze returning to Shane. “But have we met before?”
“We’ve met,” Shane said, as the girl frowned. And then he decided to just lay it out there, because all the ways her presence could make this situation go bad were eating at his insides. “But you were a little out of it.” Gripping his cowboy hat, Shane continued. “I’m gonna cut right through the crap if that’s okay with you, Jenna. Because I think you know where you’re sitting right now isn’t the safest place and that your sister would be less than happy to see you out here.”
Jenna paled. “She told you about the fight?”
Perfect opening, Shane thought. “Uh, yeah. And we said we’d look out for you in case you really showed up.”
Jenna frowned, and it was an expression filled with equal parts uncomfortable regret and restrained anger. “Well, I wasn’t—” Sucking in a breath, Jenna blanched. The curtains flared, and Bruno surged through.
Shane tamped down his body’s demands for vengeance when panic flashed across Jenna’s face. So she wasn’t here to confront him after all? Because she did not look like someone ready to pick a fight right now. Then what could be so important that she couldn’t wait to talk to Crystal until she returned home?
“Put your hair up under this,” Easy said, handing her his ball cap.
“No, E,” Shane said, passing his cowboy hat across the table. “They’ll make you.”
Jenna whipped her hair into a ponytail and stuffed it under the hat. Easy tilted the brim lower over her face.
“Gentlemen, I’d say we are damn close to overstaying our welcome,” Beckett said in a low voice Shane just made out over the music. Agreed murmurs went around the table.
They rose. And the manager guy appeared out of thin air. “Mr. Morrison?” he said, using the fake name Derek had provided on the credit card. “You’re all set for Friday night. Please just call by five o’clock on Thursday with a head count.”
“You got it.” Marz shook the man’s hand. “Thanks for showing us a good time tonight.”
The man smiled, offered good-byes to the rest of the group, and disappeared as quickly as he’d come. Shane blew out a long breath. Thirty feet separated them from the front door. They started through the crowd in the bar area.
Making sure Marz was still behind him, Shane glanced over his shoulder just in time to see Crystal return to the club floor. From his position bringing up the rear, Marz noticed, too.
Crystal gaped as her eyes shifted from Shane to the woman walking in front of him. Maybe it was the clothes, or the purse, or a lifetime of living with and knowing someone, but Crystal clearly knew who was walking beneath Shane’s hat.
Shane could almost feel Crystal’s desperate urge to bolt across the room and pull her sister into her arms, and he realized that Crystal really had no way of knowing what was going on. Hell, from where she stood, it probably looked damn suspicious.
Just then, Marz put a finger to his lips and, when Crystal’s gaze latched onto the movement, Marz put his thumb to his ear and his pinkie to his mouth, mimicking a phone.
Giving a single small nod, Crystal forced her expression into something a lot more casual. And it was a good thing she did. Because the next moment, Bruiser made a return trip from the bar and marched right up to her.
Every muscle in Shane’s body tensed as Bruno’s hands landed on her skin.
“It’s cool, McCallan. Keep moving,” Marz said with a hand on his back. And then they cleared the door and stepped into the cool of the nighttime air.
“Keep walking,” Shane said from Jenna’s left side, echoing Marz’s words to him. Easy flanked her on the right. What a fubar of a night. From being forced to sit on his hands and watch Crystal’s distress when Bruno kissed her to the surprise of Jenna’s appearance at the club, Shane was on his last nerve.
“But my car’s over there,” Jenna said, pointing down the street.
“What kind is it?” Shane asked, guiding her toward the sidewalk heading in the opposition direction.
“What?” Tucking a loose strand of hair back under the cowboy hat, Jenna frowned.
“What kind?”
Jenna slowed just as they passed a fence that blocked their view of the club. “Why—”
Shane stepped in front of the woman and tipped the cowboy hat back enough to make eye-to-eye. “Look, I’d rather not let you out of my sight until you’re safe and sound at home. If there’s one thing I know about your sister with complete and utter certainty, it’s how much you mean to her. So I’d really rather that nothing happened to you on my watch, and that begins with getting you the hell away from here.”
Crossing her arms, Jenna’s glare softened but remained. “I don’t know you. So I’m not going anywhere with you.”
Scanning the street around their position, Shane crossed his arms, not willing to budge on his position. “Well, I know you, Jenna. I know you have epilepsy and your seizures are worsening. I know you had a grand mal seizure less than twenty-four hours ago and that you shouldn’t be running around dangerous sections of town by yourself. I know you live in the East Side Apartments with your sister and that your parents are gone. And I know your sister’s in trouble, and you’re worried about her.” As he spoke, Shane watched as Jenna’s expressions morphed from rebellious to uncertain. “I’m worried about her, too. And that puts us on the same side. So if you’ll let me take you home so I can assure your sister you’re safe again, I would very much appreciate it.”
“Uh . . .” She glanced around the group, her gaze landing last on Easy beside her. He nodded.
“Now, please call your sister,” Shane said, hoping Crystal had made her way to her cell. “She saw us leave, and Marz gestured to her that we’d call.” Shane had really been hoping to spare Crystal the knowledge that Jenna had stepped foot in that hellhole, especially given the risks Crystal had taken earlier in the day to see him and pass on information about the meeting. She had enough on her plate.
“Oh, God, she saw me?” Jenna asked, her eyes going wide.
“She did, but she was cool,” Shane said, finding yet another reason to admire Crystal. Tonight, she’d had no warning and no preparation that she’d see him on her workplace turf, where he knew his presence alarmed her given his role in Charlie’s rescue. Crystal didn’t know much about Shane, so she had no reason to believe him especially capable of flying under Church’s radar. And yet, with all that, she’d been cool and sweet as lemonade on a hot, summer day.
Add all that to Shane’s pushing her too far earlier, Bruno’s aggressive kiss, and Shane’s inviting himself into her dressing room, and she’d have been well within her rights to totally freak out by now. But she hadn’t. Of course she hadn’t. Because everything Shane knew about Crystal so far pointed to the fact that she was tough as fucking nails.
And as he stood there staring down her younger sister, it was plain to see that Jenna was cut from the same cloth.
“Jenna, call her,” Shane said, gentling his tone. “I don’t want her to worry because I don’t think it’s good for her to be at all off her game when she’s in there. Do you?”
Recognition flashed through Jenna’s blue gaze. She fished her cell from her small purse and pressed a series of buttons. After what seemed an inordinately long time, Jenna said, “Hey. It’s me.” Pause. Some of the tension drained from Shane’s muscles, knowing hearing Jenna’s voice would likely ease Crystal’s concerns. A car went by on the street behind them and Shane did another one-eighty scan of their position. Beckett was doing the same thing. “I know, I know. I’m sorry,” Jenna continued. Pause. “I just . . . I . . . I had to say I was sorry,” she said, her voice suddenly tight and strained with sadness. She batted at an eye, and her gaze flickered up to Shane. “I didn’t mean it,” she almost whispered, and Shane was glad for the apology for Crystal’s sake. He just wished Jenna had waited to deliver it in person—at home. Jenna’s gaze whipped back to Shane. “I’m with them. They said they’re your friends and want to take me home.” With an arched brow, Jenna offered him her phone. “She wants to talk to you.”