“No. It’s all good. I’m taking Butchy, he’ll watch out for me.”
“Butchy’s almost as famous as you are,” I snapped. “If you take him, they’ll know it’s you.”
“Hmm, you have a point.” She waved Billy away and swiveled her chair to face me. “I’ll take Arnold.”
Julian ‘Butch’ Maren was head of our security team, but unfortunately he was gorgeous, and highly photogenic, so he tended to get as much coverage as Melody. At least he was really good at his job and could take down several men at one time, but it had become harder and harder for him to protect her, so he’d put a team together to take over.
“Ohmigod, Melody, don’tdothis.”
A knock at the door interrupted my argument, and I let out a frustrated squeak.
“Get that, will you NiNi?” Melody directed. “I’m almost ready.”
* * *
Jaxon
My phone buzzed justas I stepped out of the shower and I almost ignored it, but I was waiting for my partner to call me about a case we’d been looking into, so I swiped it off the counter and answered it. “Jaxon Quinn.”
“Jax, hey, it’s Mack.”
Mack Reed was part of the Dogs of Fire Motorcycle Club—the same club two of my brothers belonged to—and he and I had formed a pretty strong brotherhood of our own. His wife, Darien, was a bestselling romance author who’d had her first two books turned into movies and had just started shooting the second.
“Hey, man. What’s up?”
“Dare and I have a favor.”
I frowned. If Mack was asking for a favor, this wasn’t good. “What’s going on?”
“Melody Morgan’s bein’ stalked.”
Melody was the kid star, pop princess, generally entitled hot mess, starring in Darien’s movies, and having met the woman, I wasn’t a fan.
“And this is your problem because...?”
Mack let out a sigh. “Dare’s worried.”
I rubbed my forehead. “Enough to ask you to call me to see if I can use my FBI resources to figure it out,” I deduced.
“Yeah.”
“She didn’t want to call me directly?”
“You know Darien enough to know she thinks I’ll get more results.”
I smiled. “Tell her next time she needs a favor to ask me directly. I like her better than you.”
Mack chuckled. “I’ll do that.”
“Let me call Matt and see what we can do.”
“Appreciate it, brother.”
I hung up and called my older brother (I was third in the line of six brothers). Matt was my boss at the FBI and although he was a by-the-book man, he often gave me and my partners, Brock and Dallas, a lot of leeway when it came to bringing cases in.
“Hey, Jax, give me a second,” Matt said. I heard rustling and then total silence. “Hey, brother, how are you?”
“I’m good. Got a call from Mack.”
