Chapter 65

STRIKER

Jesus Christ.

She could have hurt herself if I had been late just a second.

As adrenaline rushed through me, I caught her before she hit the floor. Guilt, regret, and shame engulfed me.

I was thankful that Linden dragged me out of my apartment to come to the house. When we saw the news on tv, I knew it was only a matter of time before London would learn about it.

I grabbed the tray and put it on the counter a little stronger. I stared at it with my jaw clenched and my hands formed into fists. “Goddamn it.” When Reef told me that most of the stock was untouched, I thought she was takeouts. It never occurred to me that she looked like she was starving herself. It hurt to see her not taking care of herself. And I had the feeling that she was sick.

She lost a few pounds. I knew London. I knew her body. And she just threw up.

“Don’t make me say I told you so.”

“Just say it.”

“Just hire a cook or a helper if you still have no p