The pretty brunette rushes into the room. “What’s wrong?”
“Did you bring in the mail?” I ask, pointing to the pile on my desk.
Her eyes open wide. “Ye-yes. Why?”
Kaylee waves the postcard at her. “Was this in there?”
Ashlynn shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know. I didn’t look through it. I just left it for Rainey with the other mail.”
“Okay, thank you, Ashlynn. You can go back to your desk.” I’m not sure why, but I want to keep this between myself and Kaylee.
Once the tapping of her heels stops, Kaylee tosses the postcard onto my desk. “I don’t like this.”
Kaylee is a huge true crime fan and I don’t need her going off the rails on this. “It’s creepy, but I doubt it’s anything to worry about.”
She frowns. “I suppose you’re right. What about calling the police?”
“Because of a freaky postcard that’s vaguely threatening? They have better things to do. Besides, without a postmark they’ll have nothing to go on.”
She sighs heavily. “Fine. You’re right. It’s probably just a sick joke.”
I can’t say I like someone who knows where I work dropping off a targeted postcard, but that’s all it is. A piece of paper.
“Maybe you should tell one of your brothers?” Kaylee suggests. “I mean, I once saw a true crime show and the girl who was murdered was getting anonymous letters first.”
“Kaylee!” I rub my hands over the goosebumps on my arms. “You’re freaking me out. Just stop.”
My friend glances down. “Sorry. I tend to get carried away.”
“I know, and it’s fine. But I am not telling my brothers, and neither are you. They’ll tell my parents and my dad will flip out. And then he’ll get overprotective and I’ll have no peace. So promise me.”
She nods and holds up one hand. “I swear.”
I breathe a sigh of relief. Something makes me toss the postcard in a drawer instead of in the trash, and then I put it out of my head and get to work.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lucas
Aweek afterI last saw Rainey at the club, I approach the front of the warehouse where her office is located. She’s on the first floor in a private loft space. I open the door and a young brunette sits at a desk facing the street.
“Hi, can I help you?” she asks, looking up from her phone.
From what I can tell, she’s not working all that hard. Then again, maybe she just answers the phone. I nod. “I’m here to see Rainey.”
She nods. “I’ll let her know you’re here.”
“No need.” Rainey steps up behind her, and I’m blown away by how beautiful she looks in a pair of black slacks, black high heels, and a fitted blouse that shows off her curves. That beautiful brown hair is pulled into a ponytail with strands falling around her face with barely a hint of makeup. She doesn’t need it—she’s stunning. And I know working together and keeping my hands to myself won’t be easy.
“Ashlynn, why don’t you take an early lunch? Mr. Carras and I have things to discuss.”
“If you’re sure,” she says, and Rainey nods. Ashlynn rises from her seat. “Great! I have some errands to run before I grab something to eat.”
Rainey smiles. “Take your time. Kaylee is out meeting with a client, and I don’t need any help here.”
Ashlynn takes her bag and slings it over her shoulder. “I’ll be back later. Bye!” She walks out, leaving us alone, which won’t help with my restraint, either.
“Well, welcome to Golden Palm Events,” Rainey says with a sweep of her arm. “Come on back.”
