Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law novel Chapter 601

Gavin’s POV

I watched as Judy walked into Sampson’s office. I was about to follow her, curious as to what he wanted to talk to her about.

“There you are,” Taylor said, stopping me from walking any further. “My flight is in a couple of hours. I have all the security footage downloaded; I’m going to send it to my email address and take a look at it with our security team once I’m back in Silver Crescent.”

I nodded.

“Thanks,” I told him, putting my hand on his shoulder. ‘’Let me know once you're back.”

“I will,” he tells me. “I’m going to head into the office first and make sure everything ran smoothly this past day or so.” He paused for a moment, his eyes studying me. “Did you know Judy was here when we got here?”

I shook my head, knowing that the question was about to come sooner or later.

“No,” I answered.

“What are the odds of that?” Taylor said, running his fingers through his hair. “What are you going to do?”

Now that was a loaded question. I had no idea what I was going to do. What I wanted to do was drag Judy away, kicking and screaming, and forcing her back home with me. I wanted to demand more answers from her because, despite cornering her in the conference room, I knew there were more answers she wasn’t saying. I could see the terrified expression on her face and the lingering pain in her eyes. I didn’t understand where that pain was coming from, and I was desperate to know.

I was desperate to pry out every single bit of truth she was holding in her pretty little heart. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and protect her. Despite my best efforts, I tried not to care for her as I do… I tried to stop feeling what I was feeling. But seeing her again after a couple of weeks of nothing… my feelings had been solidified.

I fucking loved her.

I was in love with her.

She was mine, and I wasn’t leaving this pack without her.

“I’m going to get her back,” I answered, meeting Taylor's eyes. “And then we will return home.”

“You’re staying?” Taylor asked, raising his brows. “I mean longer than a week?”

“I’m staying for as long as I need to,” I told him. “I might need you to send me more stuff if I do have to stay longer.”

“Of course,” he replied. “You know I got you. Good luck.”

The sound of Sampson’s raised voice brought me back to reality, and my eyes darted to the open office door.