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Author: Roni Loren

She opened hersomeone watch her back as she left the apart The D-Towners were probably just trying to scare her, but she also knew they were capable of a lot worse than that, so she wasn’t going to take any chances "Thanks Guess you probably shouldn’t have stuck around for that muffin today You’d be tucked safely in your office by now none the wiser,people their millions"

He shook his head "Best decision I’vetime The millions will still be there tomorrow"

And now, because of him, she would still be around, too "Thank you, Wyatt Really I’ize onethat is absolutely not your fault, you’re going to see my mean side"

The threat shouldn’t have sent a hot shiver through her, but it did The i so-phases-me exterior called to her in a way she couldn’t even define The feeling was foreign, frightening The fact that he’d shut down the possibility of the, even if her hormones hadn’t quite jumped on board with that plan yet "I’ll be ready in a few minutes"

"I’ll be here" Wyatt sat down on her loveseat, pulled out his cell phone, and started scanning through e she needed

She stood there watching hi that this would probably be the last time she’d have him this close Sure, she’d be able to hide out for a feeeks, but this wasn’t going to go away anytiht she’d escaped undetected the last time, but clearly they’d discovered the role she’d played in Raymond Miller’s downfall And if D-Toas deter to be safe anywhere near their territory

She let out a long breath and turned her back, heading toward her bedroom Wyatt didn’t know it, but their fictional love affair was about to co to have to leave her life here in Dallas

And leave him

CHAPTER THREE

Wyatt leaned back in his desk chair, scanning the report on his co to his father prattle on Wyatt didn’t have the patience for a Bill Austin lecture on a good day, arcane Cafe for the second week in a row to find no Kelsey, Wyatt had left with heartburn and a bloodstream full of frustration

Her co-worker, Nathan, had been like a fucking Navy SEAL with his ability to withstand interrogation Wyatt had prodded the guy up one way and down the other trying to get infor to pay Nathan for the information But all the cook would reveal was that she was safe and that he didn’t knohere she hich was bullshit of course That kid knew exactly where she was

He ad protective of his friend, but the not knoas like a thorn burrowing into Wyatt’s brain The whole situation was out of his control and that was completely unacceptable He hadn’t been able to concentrate for shit since he’d last seen her He’d even driven by her sister’s house like some lame stalker to see if her car was there It wasn’t And when he’d knocked on the door to the house, no one had been hoe fro Wyatt know that the asshole hadthe streets like nothing had fucking happened Our brilliant legal system at its best

"Wyatt, you were supposed to handle this," his father barked "You can’t just say no to big-time clients because you feel like it"

He huffed his annoyance "I was busy this weekend And I don’t eat deer, so ould I waste ti one?"

His father made that frustrated noise of his, like the hiss of trapped stea out of a pipe "Wyatt, you--it isn’t about the deer You know that"

Wyatt minimized the screen and turned toward his father, bored with this conversation already He had bigger things to worry about than so his pride hurt over a declined invitation "I bet the deer would beg to differ"

His dad’s palm landed on top of the desk, a soft smack but pointed nonetheless "This isn’t a joke"

Wyatt closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose beneath his glasses "Didn’t say it was"

His father tugged at his necktie and tightened it again, obviously trying to regain his trades wants to trust the guy handling his fortune He wants to feel connected to hi for hours in a wooden box with guns and cheap beer to shoot so to accohtened the papers on his desk "If he wants trust, he needs to look at my record and talk to my other clients If he wants to feel connected, I’s to go over his portfolio I spent last weekend analyzing the numbers from last quarter We have some quirks in there that don’t ing out in the woods doing tick checks with a windbag"

The thought of being caught in a deer stand, ht the South should’ve as Wyatt’s personal version of hell He’d end up turning the gun on his client instead of the wildlife That wouldn’t be good for the coe

His father’s skin went ruddy, his hold on his anger obviously dwindling "Ignoring this part of the business is not going to work any that level of personal service to their clients They’re stealing the and hunting as the caseon you when it comes to the financials, but if you don’t learn how to play the nicey-nice ga fish You want that jerk you graduated with to ay all of our clients?"