Keeland’s eyebrows lifted even more. “And you couldn’t do that at my office?” That’s where they'd kidnapped him from, after all.
“You didn’t seem to want to hear what we had to say when we were there before, and we couldn’t bring our evidence to you. It’s not something that can be discussed within hearing of others.”
Keeland crossed his arms. “Okay, I’m listening.”
“Can you come with me, please?”
It was strange that his kidnapper was polite.
Keeland waved a hand down his nearly naked body. “Like this?”
The man stared for a moment before stepping out of the room. For a moment, Keeland thought he might have been fed up with Keeland’s resistance—not to mention his smart mouth—but the man came right back with his clothes.
“If I give you these, you have to promise not to run away until you listen to everything we have to tell you.”
Oh, that one was easy. Keeland didn’t plan on running. He was waiting for Dom to arrive and teach these guys a lesson about kidnapping mates.
“Fine,” he said, because the rest of his thoughts were not for this guy’s ears.
“Get dressed.”
Keeland grabbed the clothes and pulled them on as quickly as he could. He really didn’t want to remain standing there in his boxers any longer than he had to. Once he was fully clothed, Keeland looked up to stare at the stranger.
“What now?”
“Please, come with me.”
Keeland was a little surprised that the man just turned and walked away. He’d expected to be escorted by his arm or something. It wasn’t until they reached the room at the other end of the hallway and he saw the two armed men standing by the front door, that he understood.
“Dom, there’s a bunch of them and they have guns.”
“Good to know, Keeland. Keep us informed. Chay is still searching.”
Keeland glanced out the window as he was led through a set of double doors into a study.“That black SUV I saw is a GMC.”
“That helps.”
“I can also see the mountains off in the distance. I think I’m west of town.”
“Did you get the boards off the window?”
“No. They’ve taken me to another room to talk to someone.”Keeland breathed deep when they stopped in the middle of the room and the man behind the big wooden desk glanced up. “Jarrod?”
“Hey, Doc. Thank you for joining us. Please, have a seat.” Jarrod smiled as he waved a hand toward a chair sitting in front of his desk. He seemed a lot older than he did when Keeland hired him two months ago. Years older. “Coffee?”
Seriously?
“Yes, thank you.” Keeland gave Jarrod a small smile.“Dom, it’s Jarrod.”
“Your receptionist?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know where he lives?”
“Not off the top of my head, but it’s on his employment papers in the filing cabinet in my office. Look in the top drawer under Employees.”
“I’ll head there right now.”
