But today, as soon as I leave this bed, I’ll start finding out who did that and figuring out how to make them pay dearly.
Wills is still sleeping soundly next to me. She should be. It was a rigorous night of sex. I wasn’t lying when I told her that making love to her is the best of my life. None of the women I was with before her can even hold a candle to her.
I think, by round four, I finally convinced her. But if she needs a reminder, I’ll be happy to give it.
I kiss the back of her head, breathe her in, and then gently roll away, careful not to wake her as I slide out of bed, pad into the closet for some clothes, and then go downstairs for coffee and to do my business.
Less than ten minutes later, I sit at my desk, open the laptop, and then stare out the window to the mountains and wonder ...Where do I start?
I’ve never had something like this happen before. Sure, there were women who claimed they were pregnant with my child, though I’d never laid a finger on them, or people who found out where I lived and hung out on the sidewalk, waiting for me. But I always had the team to call to take care of it. The PR department, or attorneys.
I’m no longer on the team.
I frown and then remember that Will Montgomery told me to call him if I ever needed anything. I never thought I’d have a reason to take him up on that offer.
I’d say this is a damn good reason.
It’s still early, especially on the West Coast, so I send him a text.
Me:Good morning. This is Ryker James. Do you mind calling me at your earliest convenience? I have some questions.
Will’s been retired from professional football for a few years, and he was one of the best quarterbacks of all time. I’m sure he’ll have wisdom, and maybe some contacts, to share with me.
Before I can even set the phone down, he calls through.
“Hey, Will, I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“No, I was just finishing up in the gym. What’s going on, Ryker?”
I swallow hard and push my hand through my hair. “Someone has decided to dick with my girl.”
“Go on.” His voice is hard now, and for some reason, that makes me feel better.
I tell him about the photos that Wills received last night.
“A few things here. First of all,they’re in your home?”
“Some of them were, yeah. And based on the women in them, I’d say it was from more than a year ago.”
“Nothing recent?”
“There hasn’t been anything recent to document.”
Aside from Wills, but we never had sex in the bedroom.Thank Christ.
“That’s the first thing to look at. You’re in Montana now?”
“I am, yeah.”
“My brother is a cop,” Will says, thoughtfully. “With your permission, he can meet someone there and sweep the place.”
“My buddy Mac would meet him there, no problem.”
“Good, we’ll make that happen today. Now, the next thing. There was no threat sent with the photos?”
“No, no message of any kind. Just the images.”
Just then, my phone pings with a text.
