I rolled my eyes. “Her forehead wasn’t freakishly wide oranything.”
While Cole searched on his end, Lucas told him about the awry footage of the inn. Considering Lucas didn’t break into song and dance, I imagined Matt’s brother hadn’t yet fixed theproblem.
“Okay . . . I’ll show her. Thanks,dude.”
Two minutes later, Lucas’s phone chirped. He tapped on the screen before passing it over to me. I scrolled through the email Cole had sent full of screenshots of Megans spelled five differentways.
I handed the phone back over, shaking my head. None of them were Everest’sMegan.
Lucas scanned the screenshots. “Becca was an escort. Maybe Megan istoo?”
“Everest said shewasn’t.”
“He also said you murderedHeath.”
The fine blonde hairs on my arms stood up straight. “You’re right.” Then under my breath, I added, “Never thought I’d saythat.”
Lucas’s lips quirked into a lopsided grin. “Hot men are alwaysunderestimated.”
I snorted. “Oh my God. Shut.Up.”
He chuckled. “What’s the name of thewebsite?”
“RedCreekEscorts.com.”
“Hate the name creek,” he said as hetyped.
“Got something against small bodies ofwater?”
“I got something against large bodies of fur.” He flicked his gaze up to me. “Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of the CreekPack?”
Ifrowned.
He kneaded his chin that was in dire need of a shave. “You haven’t, have you? The smallest pack that became the largest . . . Ring abell?”
I shook myhead.
He leaned back in the armchair. “I’ll tell you the sob story after we finish up with the escort agency.” His fingers flew over his phone’s screen. Without looking up, he said, “Their website’s down. Do you still have a contactthere?”
My skin crawled at the mere idea of calling Sandra, the pimp—or whatever running an escort service made her—Everest had introduced me to. Even though she’d always been pleasant and chirpy over the phone, I’d hoped never to speak with her after my “date” with Aidan Michaels. I shuddered from thememory.
“Give me thenumber.”
So I did. And Lucas called the agency overloudspeaker.
An automated message for Red Creek Escorts came on, prompting us to leave a message. When the beep sounded, I shook my head so vehemently that the tendrils of hair that had escaped my bun during my earlier make-out session fluttered around myface.
“Hiya, Red Creek Escorts, I was looking for some female company for a buddy’s party this weekend. I’d appreciate if you could tell me about the available girls.” Lucas left his phone number before ending the call, jaw a smokyred.
“You’re blushing,” I said, mostly to annoyhim.
He flipped me the finger, which just made mesmile.
“So, tell me about the Creeksnow.”
He tapped his phone against the padded arm of his seat. “Four years ago, a pack we all thought was off the map seized the largest pack of theRockies.”
“That’s why I didn’t hear about them. Four years ago, I was inLA.”
