out. You canât get a paycheck until we have your info. Itâs all contingent on the story. Donât forget.â
Caseyâs throat tightened. âI got it.â
He slid to partially sit on her desk. âWhat exactly brings you to our little town, Miss Wilkes? I read some of your work. Youâre good.â
Casey rolled her chair back and studied Danny. Was he friend or foe? A little twinkle in his eye told her the former. âJust call me Carson, okay?â
Danny laughed, revealing his other side. He wasnât so gruff, after all. Or maybe it was just that all the men in Orange Crossings had to appear tough and unlikable at first.
âCarson it is.â He slid off the desk and walked out of the cubicle as though heâd given up his inquisition, but then, at the last second he leaned back in. âJust so weâre clear, when things have died down and youâre willing to write a real story, letâs have a go at those exposés. That is, if youâre planning to stay.â
Casey felt her jaw drop.
âDonât look so surprised. I talked to Eddie and he explained. What? Did you think I wouldnât check up on you?â Danny smiled then disappeared.
He knew? Heâd talked to Eddie? Then why did he ask? Did that mean Eddie wasnât expecting her to come back?
A quiver started in her belly then worked its way over her body. She hoped Dannyâs call to Eddie hadnât somehow been intercepted by Tannin, or could somehow lead him to her. Sheâd been flabbergasted at the lengths to which heâd gone as it wasâthe email and newspaper hacks.
Oh, Dannyâ¦why couldnât he have simply asked her instead? Heâd taken her on her word that she could get the story, and he hadnât exactly inquired about the details of her résumé.
Sheâd thought this morningâs incident could have been more of Tannin torturing her because heâd found her. Then sheâd dismissed it. Jesseâs questions had made her believe she was overreacting, but she was reevaluating the wisdom in that.
Jesse.
Heâd been there, protecting her both last night and this morning. But sheâd be a fool to think she could count on him to be there every time, especially if Tannin did show up. Jesse wasnât her protector, for crying out loud. He wasnât even her boyfriend, nor did he have a clue she was in danger, that sheâd been running. She barely knew the guy and yet sheâd allowed herself, if only for a short time, to take shelter in his arms.
By five oâclock, Casey had some semblance of an article, though she had plenty of empty space in her outline of questions. After shutting the desktop computer down for the day, she blew out a breath and shoved to her feet. It felt good to be back at work. Sheâd drive through Taco Bell before swinging home to grab something warm to wear. Tonight sheâd wear her own coat, so she wouldnât have to endure Jesseâs scent, though she hardly found it distasteful. But that was beside the point.
She wondered which Jesse she would getâthe Jesse whosent warm tickles through her or the Jesse who made her think she was an annoying fly he wanted to swat.
That had to be it. He didnât like reporters.
Her cell rang. Meg. Sheâd been waiting on this call.
âHey, girl. Got your message.â
âWell?â
âWill Tannin is still in town. I did a drive-by and spotted him with that same woman. Who knows? Maybe theyâre an item now.â
âDo you think heâs forgotten about me? Forgotten about his threats?â
âI think itâs too soon to know. You havenât been gone that long. And remember, Casey, you destroyed his life. Thatâs something heâs not likely to forget anytime soon or ever.â
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Having handed off Caseyâs tire for further investigation, Jesse sped through town, hoping he didnât miss her. When he
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