“We need to talk to him, see if he can tell us something that will help us figure this out.”
“It’s Saturday. His office is closed. I’ll call him first thing Monday morning.”
“You have his home number?”
“Yes, for emergencies.”
“Sweetheart, the attempted kidnapping of one of his clients is definitely an emergency.”
Her cheeks pinkened. He wasn’t sure if it was from the realization of just how serious this was or him slipping up and calling her sweetheart again.
“I’ll phone him right now.” As she pulled out her cell, a text message appeared on her screen. “It’s from Nicki. I haven’t answered her email, so she’s texting me about tonight.”
“The pretty boy shrink, right?”
Her color deepened. “I told you I’m not going.”
“You might want to tell that to your friend—unless you want a bodyguard along on your date.”
Her chin went up. She started to argue, but Mindy was smart. At the moment, she needed his protection and she knew it.
“Fine, I’ll tell her,” she said.
“Not about the kidnapping attempt. The fewer people who know about that the better. At least for the time being.”
She nodded, texted her friend that she wouldn’t be going out with Thomas Koenig, the pretty boy with the PhD. Jax wished he didn’t feel so relieved.
“I’ll call Mr. Handley and see if he can see us this morning.”
“You can call him from the office when we get there. I’m going to go get cleaned up. I won’t be long. Don’t open the door for anyone.”
He headed for the guest bathroom at the end of the hall, took a quick shower, and was ready to leave in less than five minutes. As he drove to the office, he made a quick pass through Burger King for a couple of breakfast burritos for him, and an egg-and-cheese biscuit for Mindy, which they ate on the way.
When he pulled the Dodge into the parking lot, Chase’s silver Mercedes sat next to Maddox’s big black SUV. When they walked through the back door, Lissa Blayne, one of the female PIs, was on the phone. Wolfe was just leaving.
“Heard what happened last night,” Jonah said to Mindy. “You okay?”
The bruise had darkened on her cheek, which Wolfe didn’t miss. “Jax was there,” she said. “He took on three men. Because of him, I’m okay.”
Wolfe’s obsidian eyes swung in Jax’s direction. “Nice work,” he said. “Let me know if you need my help.”
“Will do. Thanks.”
“Chase and Maddox are waiting for you in the conference room,” Wolfe said.
Jax nodded. He tipped his head in that direction and Mindy led the way. Chase and Jason stood up as they walked in. Both men were in their thirties—Maddox tall and brawny, taking up too much space, Chase dark blond, lean and hard-muscled.
“You all right?” Chase asked. He noticed the bruise on Mindy’s cheek and his jaw clenched.
Behind the lenses of her glasses, Mindy’s big blue eyes shot toward Jax. “I’m okay. But if Jax hadn’t been there...”
Jax cleared his throat. He didn’t need any more reminders of what would have happened if he hadn’t walked out of the office when he had. “We need to figure this out,” he said, rolling out a chair at the long oak conference table for Mindy, then one for himself.
“Where are we so far?” Chase asked as Jax and Mindy sat down.
Jax didn’t miss thewe. Mindy was important to all of them. She was part of The Max crew, a member of the family. They wouldn’t let anyone hurt her.
“Best guess so far, it may have been a ransom attempt.” Jax went on to explain about the accident that had killed Mindy’s father and brother and left her mother mentally impaired. He told them about the three million dollars being held in trust for her mother’s care, and that Mindy handled the monthly disbursements.
