She sighed. “I’m glad, I don’t think orange would suit you.”
“Seriously, baby, if I’d found him I’d have just had a friendly little chat. And if that had turned sour no one would have found the body, don’t worry.”
Giggling, she snuggled against me. “I think we should just forget about him. I don’t care what messages he sends, I only care that he doesn’t get Dreamy.”
“Yeah, I spoke to Gun and he’s going to put a call into Bernard Kennedy later today.” I stroked her back, slowly, relishing in the feel of her, the warmth of her. “It’ll be good, I promise you. And we’re getting you a new phone tomorrow.”
“No, we’re not,” she said, shaking her finger at me. “I will not be bullied.”
“No arguing, Brownie.”
“You’re right, we’re not because I’m not getting one.”
“But it will stop the messages getting through,” I protested.
“And I won’t be bullied by some faceless dick. If it gets worse then I’ll consider it but for now I want to keep the phone I have.” She exhaled slowly. “Please, Wilder, don’t press me on it.”
“Okay.” I didn’t like it, but if I knew anything about Tally it was that she wouldn’t be told what to do. She also wanted to be in charge of her own destiny. I’d put all my efforts into keeping her safe and hope the messages didn’t get worse. “But if they start to increase or become violent in their tone then you?—"
“Oh, you’re back.”
Fucking Glenn.
Feeling every single vertebrae of my spine turn to stone, my teeth groundtogether. He grated on my nerves, like a damn puppy following Tally around and every one of those nerves was on high alert, my hands clenched into fists, as I watched him watch her.
“Yep,” Tally replied. “Got back early this morning.” Her voice was tight, and I got the feeling he was beginning to piss her off, too. She could handle him, though. She was a strong woman, and she wouldn’t put up with any bullshit, or anything she wasn’t happy with.
“Was there something you needed, Glenn?” I turned slowly to face him, catching the fucking goo-goo eyes he was aiming toward her.
“Came to swap my horse out. Mine lost a shoe.”
I stood to one side and waved him past. “Fill your boots. Aren’t you missing something?” I looked past him to where his horse was tied up outside the stable. “You’d better stable him and let Davey know so he can get the farrier in.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure.” He did a half turn and then swiveled back our way. “Good Thanksgiving, Tally?”
“Great, thanks.”
“We missed you at lunch in the bunk house.”
Now my fucking hackles were raised. “Even if she had been here, Tally wouldn’t have had dinner in the bunk house. She’d have been with me and my family.”
“I need to go over to the kids camp,” Tally said, her fingers linking with mine. “Want to come with me and see how it’s looking?”
Looking at Glenn, his hands deep in his pockets, I nodded my head. “Would love to, baby.”
“We could take Dreamy.” As she turned her phone went off with a message. Instantly, we both froze, both staring at her jacket.
“Check it,” I said on a swallow.
Biting her bottom lip, Tally reached inside her jacket and took out her phone. I moved closer to give her support but didn’t encroach in case it wasn’t what we were expecting.
It was what we were expecting, because she turned the screen to me. Her face had lost its color and her hand holding the phone had a slight tremble.
Unknown Number
I’m watching you and you’ll never be happy with him.
The message was threatening enough, but the picture attached sent my heart racing and filled me with fury. It was Tally sitting on one of the horses she was training. She looked so damn beautiful, sitting tall, looking like the damn queen she was. Her braid was over her shoulder, and she was smiling so brightly it hurt your fucking eyes. Rage burned through my veins like acid. Someone was threatening my woman, and every instinct I had was screaming to hunt them down and make them pay.
