I shook my head. “No, I know Pops. He wasn’t that old.”
“Jessie, first of all, you can come into this barn anytime you want. And if one of my guys treats you badly, you fucking tell me.” Grayson’s eyes were cold as steel. “Second, tell me exactly what he looked like.”
I looked at Hudson and Hank behind Grayson. Emerson had entered the stall looking for something, but I wasn’t sure what.
“He was average. Tall, of course; everyone is tall compared to me.” I was only about five foot three. Taller than Kytten, Cash’s new old lady, but not by much. “He wore jeans and a cowboy hat and boots. Like every other man on this ranch.”
“Hair color, eye color? Any scars?” Hank asked.
“Couldn’t really see his hair under the hat, so he was either bald, or it was cut really short. Clean-shaven, no scars I could see, just the limp. The way he was walking, I would say it was an old knee injury.”
“We don’t have any older hands with a limp.”
Hank confirmed what I was starting to suspect. That the man I met was the one who didn’t belong here.
“I’m sorry, Grayson. I should have said something.”
“This wasn’t your fault.”
Grayson pulled his phone from his pocket and quickly dialed a number. “Hey, King. I need Tyson to come home.” He looked up at me before adding, “And I’m calling in that favor.”
Chapter Fifteen
Grayson
Someone stole my fucking horse!
How the fuck did someone get close enough to the damn thing to steal him? He wouldn’t even let my brothers near him, but apparently Jessie was able to get close. It didn’t surprise me. Thunder wasn’t stupid. He might be a horse, but he clearly knew a beautiful woman when he saw one.
I sat in my office waiting for King to arrive with reinforcements. He’d told me in the hospital that if I needed anything, all I had to do was ask. Well, I needed men. Mine ran the ranch. I couldn’t spare hands to patrol and protect the place; my men were already spread too thin working and searching for Thunder.
God, I hated this fucking chair! I should be on another horse out there searching. Of course, if I weren’t in this fucking chair, he would have been with me instead of stuck in the barn.
I slammed my hand on the desk, which caused my knee to bounce. I sat frozen in my chair. Maybe I imagined it. That or it was from the force of the hit. My whole body had moved, so it was only natural my legs would too.
I tried to move my toes, my foot, anything, but nothing happened. It had been my imagination.
There was a knock on the door before Jessie stuck her head in. “King is here.”
“Thanks, Jessie. Send him in.” She held the door as King, Cash, and Nav walked in with Tyson.
“I’ll be around if you need me.” I nodded and waited for her to close the door before I looked at King. His smirk told me everything I needed to know about what he was thinking.
“Didn’t expect to see Jessie here,” Cash said.
“She’s helping me learn to adjust.”
“Adjust your dick?” Nav asked, a knowing smile on his face.
“No.” My tone must have given something away because the three men turned serious, and King asked, “What’s going on?”
“Someone stole my horse.”
“Thunder?” Tyson asked, and I nodded. “How the fuck did anyone get close enough to steal the demon horse?”
“That’s what I’m hoping Nav can tell us.” I slid a piece of paper across the desk. “This is the information for the security system. I need you to go through it. Find the holes, fix them, and hopefully tell me who has my goddamn horse.”
Nav took the paper and opened his laptop. “I thought Sypher went through everything when he moved on to the ranch?”
