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Damage control. That was all anyone could do.
    A few hours later, Garrett replayed everything over as they rode to the farm he owned at the edge of town. If he allowed himself to think about it, he’d say he bought the land so he’d have a toehold in Lennox’s world. Funny how he’d never actually stepped foot inside her town before Nox had forced his hand.
    His driver had arrived from the filming location faster than expected. Apparently he’d gotten a speeding ticket along the way. There’d be a thank-you bonus in his paycheck that week.
    Garrett studied Lennox as she stared out the window. Nox watched her too but hid his glances, his eyes darting furtively to Lennox’s face and away. Garrett hadn’t had a chance to question him yet, but his gut told him Nox started the fire. Damn, he hoped he had it wrong. Deep down he knew he didn’t.
    For her part, Lennox remained still. Her stiff body and blank expression reminded him of a mannequin. Only the slump of her shoulders gave him any clue to her fragile state of mind.
    Dr. Reardon, or Dillon, sat beside Lennox. The man had helped enough that Garrett could call him a friend. Regardless of where their pack allegiances or lack of lay, Garrett knew he could trust Dillon. Gran certainly did. She’d fallen asleep curled up against the man’s side.
    Gran’s eyelashes fluttered as the car pulled into the long winding driveway leading to the house. She mouthed something but didn’t wake up. They rode down the gravel drive. A rustic wooden fence lined the property and framed the path.
    Garrett had a caretaker who looked after the upkeep of the place, but today he’d called in the troops. Members of his staff arrived hours ago to prep the house. More would come tomorrow, staffing the place until it ran as smoothly as a luxury hotel. Gran and Lennox needed a safe place to lay their heads. He considered it his duty to supply one.
    They rolled to a stop in front of the sprawling ranch style house. The clean lines of the architecture hinted this wasn’t an ordinary farm, but the warm wood tones made it homey and inviting.
    Twitching with caginess, Nox jumped out of the car. His feet crunched gravel as the double doors of the front entrance swung open and golden light spilled out over the walkway. Garrett’s assistant, Cash Warren, walked out to greet them. The former stuntman’s limp barely showed, causing only the slightest hitch in his stride. He’d had a good day injury wise.
    Garrett nodded to Cash who returned the nod in affirmation every task assigned to him had been accomplished. Dinner stood at the ready. Rooms decorated in the shades and styles he knew Lennox and Gran liked best were prepped for their stay, and everyone who loved them knew where to find them. Dillon had already examined Lennox, Gran, and Nox to make sure they were all right, but both he and Garrett agreed they should stop by the hospital as well. They’d done that. Minor smoke inhalation. Nothing major. Garrett could put everyone to bed without worry.
    While Dillon helped Gran out of the other side of the black sedan, Garrett reached in and lifted Lennox into his arms. She didn’t fight him. He wished she would. Then he’d know she’d be okay.
    Garrett caught Cash’s eye and nodded toward Nox.
    “Nox,” Cash said, “help me and the driver empty out your dad’s Tesla. I forgot to do that when I picked it up earlier. All right?” Nox moved to the trunk at Cash’s side and Garrett led Dillon inside.
    Thankfully he’d built the house on one level. There weren’t any stairs for Gran to maneuver. They got her settled into her room quickly and one of the staff volunteered to help her get cleaned up.
    When he turned to leave the room Lennox stirred from her stiff position against his chest. “Put me down, Garrett,” she whispered. “I’ll help my gran.” Reluctantly he let her go. She slid down his body and walked over to her grandmother. The sudden hug the two Averdeens wrapped each