He repeats the name to the florist. “You’re a godsend, Gloria. Thank you so much for looking into this for me.” He covers his hand over the phone’s speaker. “Jesus Christ, she would have beenKelly Seleigh?” he whispers to me.
Doesn’t quite have the same ring as Kelly Teller. As much as I would love for her to take my name, it would be a shame to see the Everhart dynasty come to an end.
“I sent them to Kelly atBlack Rabbit?” he says. My eyes dart to his.
“Today, right?” he asks, and then Casper nods at me.
I’m gonna kill that motherfucker.
“You’re an angel, Gloria. Well, suppose I still have a job after today, should we grab dinner sometime?” He pauses. “You’re breaking my heart. Tell that man to appreciate you, or I’ll have to swoop in.” More bullshit laughter. “You know it . . . Okay, bye now.”
He ends the call and throws my phone at me. “You’re fucking welcome.” I catch it on my chest before it falls to the ground.
“Goddamn it!” I smash my fist against the top of my desk. “He used a different message this time. Why?”
Casper shrugs. “This was more traceable. He might assume she’s gone to the cops; if he put the same message as the others on this card, it would have been a dead giveaway. This might still be a coincidence.”
“But how the fuck would he know about our marriage? That’s something even Kelly doesn’t know!”
He shakes his head. “That one I can’t figure out. Unless he would have some connection to somebody in Bozeman? But even that’s too big of a coincidence.”
I gotta figure this out.
“Kelly is going out with her friend Rosa on Thursday. I need you and Thor to help me that night. I’m going to do some recon on Jason, but I want to make sure Thor has eyes on the girls. I’ll have him hang out at the bar and make sure nobody fucks with them. While they’re out, I need you to install cameras at Kelly’s.”
“I can do that,” he says, shrugging.
“I need to do some intel before I make any move. This can’t be sloppy. And I need to figure out what he knows—and how the fuck he knew about the marriage.”
Casper stands. “Just don’t be fucking stupid. You’re no good to Kelly if you’re sitting in a cell,” he says, pointing a finger at me before he exits the office.
I sigh, leaning back in my chair and scrubbing a hand down my face. Jason is about to find out what it’s like to be hunted. I need an outlet for the rage firing through my veins that I plan to take out on him. Until then, I’m going to be crawling in my skin.
I push out of my chair and open the door, and Kelly is passing by, but she turns and winks, wearing that devilish smile she’s been teasing me with all day.
Fuck it.
Wrapping my fingers around her biceps, I haul Kelly inside my office, slamming the door behind her. She’s been flirting with me all day, walking the line, bending over in front of me to pick up pens, flashing her pussy just to rile me up and test my patience—like it’s cute. If she wants my reaction, then she’s about to get it. I can put up with a lot of her shit, but that wink just sent me over the edge.
I shove her against the door.
“Logan—” She blinks up at me with wide eyes flickering with arousal and something wicked.
“What?” I ask. “Stop?”
She exhales, her breath hot on my palm. “No.”
One hand covers her mouth while the other works up her trembling thigh and under the skirt she wore to fuck with me.
“No panties,” I growl. “You knew exactly what you were doing, don’t act coy now.”
I slide my hands under her thighs, and carry her over to my desk in two strides, dropping her on top of the mess of papers.
Grabbing her skirt at the hem, I shove it up around her hips and unzip my jeans, freeing my heavy cock. Her eyes widen when she sees how hard I am for her.
“You wanted trouble. You found it.”
She bites her lip. “Promises, promises.”
