“I’m really sorry,” I said as I blew out a heavy breath. “I wish I could tell you more, but I never spoke to the guy.”
“What happened with Shane? Maybe it’ll help tie everything together.”
I dragged my eyes to him. “I caught him in bed with my best friend. We ended that night. He was the last boyfriend I ever had. Is that good enough?” My cheeks heated as I averted my eyes.
“What a bastard,” he growled. “It’s okay. I’ll see what we can dig up. What was Shane’s last name?” he asked, grabbing his cell phone off his desk.
“McGovern.”
“Hey, Thomas,” Morgan said as he put the phone on his shoulder. “I need you to do some digging if you have time today, or put one of the other guys on it.”
His eyes darted to mine. “Yeah. Race just told me about a possible lead. Dig in to Shane McGovern. He’s deceased, but I think his cousin has something to do with the threats.”
I thought Shane was a nice guy.
I thought he was the one.
It had been six years, and I still hadn’t allowed myself to get involved with anyone. My ability to trust had been completely shattered.
“His name is Tyler or Kyle.”
I stared at him as he spoke, taking a good look at him without being bombarded with questions.
His muscles bulged underneath the sleeves of the clean white dress shirt, which were rolled up, resting against the middle of his forearms. The top of his hair was longer than the sides, a little grown out since his time in the military. The strands were brown in color but verging on black, with each strand in place.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I replied as I drew my knees together and dragged my eyes to his face. “Sorry. I was thinking about work. What did you ask?”
“I need your account information. I have copies of the emails, but the original messages hold information that’s critical to tracking the source.”
I sank into the chair, crossing my legs. “I don’t give that out to anyone.” God, I needed to get laid, or else I’d be squeezing my legs together every time I met with him.
He crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes. “I’m not just anyone.”
I swallowed hard, wishing he’d been an ugly man closer to sixty instead of the man sitting in front of me. “Sorry. My mind is just elsewhere.”
“Haven’t we been over this before? I need the information.” He leaned forward, clasping his hands together as he rested them on the desk. “Why bother hiring me if you won’t trust me enough to do my job?”
“I’m sorry I’m being so difficult.” I shifted in my chair, feeling both horny as hell and uncomfortable.
He sighed, clenching his jaw. “I just want to help you.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
I never usually apologized for my behavior, but with him it was starting to become the norm.
I’d honed my bitch skills right after college.
I’d had to.
I’d walked into work the first day filled with happiness and feeling perkier than ever. I’d landed my dream job and was beyond excited. The cold reality of corporate America had slapped me in the face within five minutes.
From that day forward, I’d put on my best resting bitch face and perfected my go-fuck-yourself stare. I’d never let anyone treat me that way again. I’d become the woman I was that day in Morgan’s office. Confident and powerful, and nothing in the world would make me change, including the cocksucker who was trying to blackmail me.
“I promise I will only look at the e-mails that pertain to your case. Your privacy is very important to me, Race.” He spoke in a soothing tone.
I nodded, scooted forward in the chair, and grabbed a pen. On a piece of scrap paper that was lying nearby, I wrote down my e-mail log-in information and the website address he’d need to access the account. “Here,” I said as I pushed it toward him, giving him a weak smile.
