The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 218

Franco watched as Abbot’s dark green helicopter rose into the sky. He pressed his earpiece and said, “Keep your eyes on him.”

Before he could say another word, footsteps came pounding up the stairs. He turned sharply, the coldness barely leaving his eyes. Petty stood on the last step, hesitating, and he blocked her way.

She looked up at him, her face a little too pale, missing the healthy blush he’d seen before. Clearly, something was bothering her. Franco figured she must have overheard what Abbot said.

He frowned, jaw tight, his voice low and rough. “There’s no such thing as an old—”

Petty didn’t let him finish. She dashed toward the door, stood on tiptoe, and started waving excitedly at the sky.

Just then, a voice crackled through his earpiece. “Franco, a civilian helicopter’s approaching. It’s Hans.”

Galen and Franco looked up at the sky together. A white helicopter sped over the sea, heading for the island. In the open cabin doorway stood a tall man in sunglasses and a black hooded jacket, holding up a yellow banner stretched tight in the wind.

PETTY—LET’S GO HOME!

The moment Petty read those words, she felt a ridiculous urge to hide but also couldn’t stop the tears in her eyes. She let out a choked laugh. Embarrassing… on a whole new level.

Galen elbowed Franco, grinning. “Petty really does have people who care about her. Harris risked his life out on the water, you dropped in like an action hero, and now Hans shows up from halfway across the world. All three families together.”

“How does she get so lucky?”

Franco’s voice cut through, cold and unimpressed. “Show-off.”

Galen winced as Franco walked straight to the door, pulled down the hat on Petty’s head to block her view, and kept her from seeing outside.

Franco pressed the earpiece again. “Don’t let him in.”

Inside, Galen followed Franco, dropping his voice. “You jealous?”

Franco shot him a glare. “If you can’t shut up, there’s needle and thread left from sewing up Harris. Go stitch your mouth closed.”

Galen slapped a hand over his own mouth, muttering under his breath. What’s the point of getting mad at me just because you’re jealous?

Outside, Hans jumped down from the helicopter and landed right in front of Petty. He put his hands on her shoulders, giving her a quick scan from head to toe, obvious worry on his face.

“Are you hurt? Tell me the truth.”

“I’m not.” Petty smiled up at him, noticing his skin had gotten darker. He’d been filming out west, after all, where the sun was fierce and daylight lasted forever.