Hiding From Danger (Danger Incorporated Book 2) by Olivia Jaymes Page B

much as he could anyway.”
    “He sounds like a good guy. He’s older than you?”
    An image came unbidden into her mind of the budding young man he’d been the last time she’d seen him. He’d rarely smiled, always serious. But then he’d had to be. Taking care of two little girls wasn’t a job for a little boy but he’d never shirked away from the responsibility.
    “Five years older. He was the best brother a girl could ask for. I always felt badly that he could never just be a kid like the other boys. He had us to take care of.”
    Travis’s expression softened. “I have a little sister so I know how precious they are. I’m sure he was happy to do it even if there were times he’d rather be young and just have fun. Have you had any luck finding your sister?”
    “No. It’s like she’s disappeared. She’s two years younger than me so when I turned eighteen I looked for her in the foster system but no luck. I haven’t had any sort of lead all these years.”
    Gigi’s greatest fear and one she’d never spoken aloud was that Aubrey was dead. But she’d never found a death certificate so she still held hope in her heart that her little sister was alive and well. Somewhere.
    “Tell me about her,” Travis invited, stretching out his long legs and relaxing back against the overstuffed cushions. “Were you and she alike?”
    Gigi took another sip and let the liquor slide down her throat before answering. “Not in the least. Physically or any other way. She has dark hair and eyes but the real difference is that Aubrey is so creative. She was always singing and dancing around the house. I used to tell her she was going to be a star when she grew up. She’s also very quiet and shy. It was hard for her to meet new people so she looked to me to navigate her way through new situations. That’s why I always worried about her when we were separated in foster care. That had to be hard on her. She must have been so frightened.”
    Travis regarded her steadily over the rim of his glass. “You’re a good sister, Gigi. I don’t know where Aubrey is but I’m sure she remembers how you took care of her. I bet she’s trying to find you too.”
    Tears burned the back of her eyes and she blinked several times, determined not to give in to them. “She won’t be able to find me. After Alan I went underground. I live completely on cash and I don’t even have an email address that can be linked back to me. That’s what so crazy about this whole night. How did Alan find me this time? I’m so careful.”
    Travis grimaced and rose from his chair, walking over to a desk tucked in the corner of the room. “I think I might be able to shed some light on that. When West called me earlier I couldn’t imagine how your ex found you either but then I remembered this.” Travis opened his laptop and tapped on the keys before bringing it over to the coffee table. “A national news site picked up the local article on the debate between West and Cavendish. It was the usual political bullshit characterizing my brother as some rich spoiled brat born with a silver spoon up his ass, completely ignoring the fact that we grew up in a two bedroom home for most of our childhoods.”
    “What does that have to do with Alan finding me?”
    Gigi remembered the article in the paper by a reporter who they suspected was on Cavendish’s payroll.
    Travis pointed to the screen. “They also picked up the photo that was in the paper. A photo of you and West.”
    Stiffening at the sight of herself and West smiling up at one another, she groaned and buried her head in her hands. It was a photo that was sure to stoke Alan’s most possessive instincts. He surely wanted to hurt if not kill West and possibly her as well. He’d been extremely clear that day that he’d beat Stephen within an inch of his life.
    If I can’t have you, no one will. You belong to me, Georgette. I own you, and I’ll do as I please with you. I can give…and I can take