“Apple juice if you have it,” she calls as I grab bottles of water for me, Evan, and Sebastian, then some of the apple juice that Evan insists we all keep in our refrigerators for Sammy because she loves it so much.
Carrying the drinks back into the den, I hand them out, then plop back down into Sebastian’s lap, wiggling against his hard dick under the pretense of getting comfortable.
“You ready to hear it?” she asks.
“The floor is yours,” I tell her, waving my arm out toward the empty space in front of us.
“Okay, so I did some Googling and a bit of internet stalking on both Tom and Courtney. They’re not connected on each other’s socials, but I did find a picture of them together at a party on campus last year.”
“Wait, how old is Tom? Surely, he’s too old to be partying with college kids,” I say.
“He’s twenty-eight, and he’s actually James’s nephew. We employed him after James asked us to give him a trial. Obviously, he didn’t start out guarding you. But he was good, really good actually, and when one of your original guards left, he was the best fit to fill the gap,” Sebastian tells us all.
“Look,” Sammy says, opening a picture on her cell and turning it to face us. “No wonder you never noticed him following you, he could easily pass as a student.”
In the picture, an attractive dark-haired guy is staring down at Courtney like he’s ready to eat her. They’re obviously at a party, because there are twinkle lights in the background andpeople all around them. They look like they’re in love, but if they are, why wouldn’t they use the pictures to ask for money? Why would they want Sebastian and me to get a divorce?
“He’s looking at her the way you look at me,” I say quietly. “He loves her.”
“Or he just wants to fuck her.” Evan laughs.
“Did you only find the one picture?” Sebastian asks.
“Yeah, so far. I’m still stalking, though,” Sammy says.
“Call Clay, see if he found anything more,” I say.
Nodding, Sebastian grabs his cell and quickly types out a message. Clay must reply immediately, because seconds later, Sebastian starts tapping at the screen again.
“He’s at work this morning, but he says he has information and he’ll fill us in later at dinner at their place,” Sebastian tells us before turning to me. “We should head over to campus today.”
“What? Why?” I question.
“Because Clay just forwarded me both Courtney and Tom’s schedules, and guess what? Courtney has a break between classes this morning, and Tom is part of your security team this week.”
A cruel smile tips the corners of my lips. “Maybe a trip to the bookstore and the coffee shop could be fun. I think I’ve felt in danger since I started getting these nasty anonymous messages, so maybe we should take a full team of visible guards with us,” I propose.
“I was thinking the exact same thing,” Sebastian agrees, collaring my neck as he pulls me in for a hard kiss.
“I’m not sure how I feel about you guys bonding over being psychos,” Sammy says, sipping her apple juice and watching us like we’re a movie she’s not sure she’s enjoying.
“I think it’s romantic. Maybe we should find someone’s life to destroy after you have the baby,” Evan suggests, a sparkling gleam in his eyes.
“Do you have any exes I should know about?” Sammy asks Evan sweetly.
“No one that lasted longer than a couple of nights. Maybe we should ruin Drew’s chances of running for the Senate,” Evan suggests, his tone light and excited.
Blinking, Sammy looks up at her husband innocently. “Do you have a problem with my ex-fiancé?”
Growling, Evan’s happy expression darkens into the angry brood he wore for years, but that has lightened since he and Sammy got together. “That’s not funny, Wild One. You might already be bred with my baby, but I can think of a hundred more ways of making sure the entire world knows you’re mine if I need to. Starting with some cuffs around your wrists and ankles.”
“I already have them,” Sammy says, her lip pursing as he lifts her arms into the air and shakes, making the fine gold bracelets shimmy from side to side.
“I think thick gold cuffs on your wrists and ankles would make it a little more obvious that you belong to me,” Evan says, his voice dropping to a low, threatening growl.
“Like a slave,” Sammy hisses.
“Like property,” Evan agrees too easily.
