“You expected me to take you somewhere else?”
“I thought we’d go with your girlfriend.”
“Not my girlfriend,” I bark at him. The answer feels true and false at the same time. No, she’s not my girlfriend, because we haven’t talked about it. But, also not my girlfriend because she’s more.
“Jesus, all of you idiots are the same when you fall in love,” Dakota snorts.
“All of us idiots?”
“Rose is the same way, mooning after his girlfriend.”
“The girlfriend whose name you don’t know?”
“Yeah.”
I shake my head and start to leave, but something he says strikes a chord. “You don’t know her name, but you know what she looks like?”
“Duh.”
My stomach flips. “And?”
“Curvy petite pinup type,” Dakota leers.
“Gonna need more than that.”
“About yay high,” Dakota holds his hand to his chest. That could be five feet to five-four.
“Helpful.”
“She’s also blonde, blue-eyed, like an angel,” Dakota laughs. “Like a curvy, voluptuous angel.”
“Blonde?”
“Yeah. Do you know the type? Good girl. Wants to ride with the devil,” Dakota snorts. “A dime a dozen.”
“White woman.”
“Weren’t you listening?”
I don’t listen to another fucking word out of his mouth. I’m running out of the barn and pulling the phone from my pocket. I dial Cat, and it goes to voicemail. I dial again. Voicemail.
I text. Nothing.
I demon dial for another five minutes until I get fed up and dial another number.
“How’s it hanging, my man,” Tatiana chuckles into the phone.
“T, I have Dakota Helfinger locked down at an undisclosed location,” my breath hitches in my chest as I jog to the car. “I’ll send you the coordinates.”
“Why didn’t you take him to a Saber Security site?”
“Long story.”
“Does this involve the romance that Wysdom Ward is encouraging?”
“Not the time, Tatiana.”
“Oh, fine. She’s right there, then.”
