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Authors: Shiloh Walker
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Jeans, a T-shirt.
Ezra watched as the man moved to her side and offered his arm. Ezra scowled as she accepted and through narrowed eyes, watched as the man guided Lena to the conference room. He dipped his head to murmur in her ear. She smiled and said something back.
Ezra clenched his jaw as the bastard reached up to touch her cheek, his fingers lingering on her soft skin before he moved away. He strode away, head bent low.
Ezra remained where he was, battling an irrational bout of jealousy. He didn’t like seeing her touching somebody else. Even if it made sense.
“Looker, ain’t she?”
Ezra glanced up, realized somebody had noticed his preoccupation. He spun the chair around and met a pairof amused blue eyes. Cocking a brow, he asked, “Excuse me?”
The man gestured toward the woman. “Lena Riddle. She’s a real looker, huh?”
Ezra cocked a brow and studied the man in front of him, looked him over from head to toe, taking in the suit and tie. Pretty-boy lawyer—blond, blue eyes, a suit that cost more than some people made in a month.
Pretty-boy lawyer held out a hand and said, “You’re June King’s grandson, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.” He glanced at the offered hand before giving it a brief shake. Then he went back to rubbing his aching thigh. “Ezra King.”
The blond leaned against a desk. He rubbed his jaw absently and said, “Last I heard, June had two grandsons—one was a carpenter, one was a cop. You’re the cop.”
“If I hadn’t made you for a lawyer the second I saw you, I might be impressed.” Ezra looked away, his eyes seeking out Lena one more time.
The blond laughed. “Guilty.”
Somebody across the room called out a name and the blond pushed away from the desk. “About time you showed up, Les.” He gave Ezra a friendly smile and said, “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Remy Jennings, by the way.”
Jennings—
But the blond was already striding across the office, entering a different office. In that moment, Ezra was more interested in Miz Lena Riddle than finding out if the lawyer was any relation to Brody Jennings.
Just what had brought Lena in here on Sunday?
He’d get the answer to that question. He knew who to ask, how to ask. He’d just have to bide his time and he could do that.
He was a patient man … usually. Generally, he was also one who minded his own business, but five minutes later, both traits were being put to the test as voices rosein the conference room. Prather’s ruddy complexion was now a florid shade of red. The deputy stormed to the door, skirting around Lena. The door to the conference room opened and the voices grew louder.
“I told you—I wasn’t asleep,” Lena said stiffly. “Can’t you at least listen to what happened?”
Deputy Prather, his tone condescending as hell, replied, “I’ve read Sergeant Jennings’s report, Ms. Riddle, and I understand what you believe happened. Sometimes we can have dreams. Very realistic dreams. Is it so hard to think you just had a nightmare?”
“Yes.”
“What about cats?”
“Cats?” Lena repeated, dumbly. What in the hell did cats have to do with this?
“Yes. There are an awful lot of strays, or farm cats. If there’s a female in season and a tom catches her scent, well …”
She narrowed her eyes as she realized what he was implying. She clenched her jaw and mentally counted to ten.
He’s doing his job. He’s exploring all the angles. He’s—
He’s being an asshole
.
An insulting asshole.
“Deputy Prather, I’m pretty sure a couple of cats aren’t going to be able to scream ‘Help me,’ even if the female is in heat, not even if she’s being gang-raped by every fucking tom in the county. I heard screams,” she snapped, not bothering to keep the scathing tone out of her voice. “I heard a woman screaming. I heard her. It wasn’t cats and I wasn’t dreaming.”
“Nobody else reported hearing anything.”
“I live five miles outside of town,” Lena bit off.
Ezra watched as the man moved to her side and offered his arm. Ezra scowled as she accepted and through narrowed eyes, watched as the man guided Lena to the conference room. He dipped his head to murmur in her ear. She smiled and said something back.
Ezra clenched his jaw as the bastard reached up to touch her cheek, his fingers lingering on her soft skin before he moved away. He strode away, head bent low.
Ezra remained where he was, battling an irrational bout of jealousy. He didn’t like seeing her touching somebody else. Even if it made sense.
“Looker, ain’t she?”
Ezra glanced up, realized somebody had noticed his preoccupation. He spun the chair around and met a pairof amused blue eyes. Cocking a brow, he asked, “Excuse me?”
The man gestured toward the woman. “Lena Riddle. She’s a real looker, huh?”
Ezra cocked a brow and studied the man in front of him, looked him over from head to toe, taking in the suit and tie. Pretty-boy lawyer—blond, blue eyes, a suit that cost more than some people made in a month.
Pretty-boy lawyer held out a hand and said, “You’re June King’s grandson, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.” He glanced at the offered hand before giving it a brief shake. Then he went back to rubbing his aching thigh. “Ezra King.”
The blond leaned against a desk. He rubbed his jaw absently and said, “Last I heard, June had two grandsons—one was a carpenter, one was a cop. You’re the cop.”
“If I hadn’t made you for a lawyer the second I saw you, I might be impressed.” Ezra looked away, his eyes seeking out Lena one more time.
The blond laughed. “Guilty.”
Somebody across the room called out a name and the blond pushed away from the desk. “About time you showed up, Les.” He gave Ezra a friendly smile and said, “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Remy Jennings, by the way.”
Jennings—
But the blond was already striding across the office, entering a different office. In that moment, Ezra was more interested in Miz Lena Riddle than finding out if the lawyer was any relation to Brody Jennings.
Just what had brought Lena in here on Sunday?
He’d get the answer to that question. He knew who to ask, how to ask. He’d just have to bide his time and he could do that.
He was a patient man … usually. Generally, he was also one who minded his own business, but five minutes later, both traits were being put to the test as voices rosein the conference room. Prather’s ruddy complexion was now a florid shade of red. The deputy stormed to the door, skirting around Lena. The door to the conference room opened and the voices grew louder.
“I told you—I wasn’t asleep,” Lena said stiffly. “Can’t you at least listen to what happened?”
Deputy Prather, his tone condescending as hell, replied, “I’ve read Sergeant Jennings’s report, Ms. Riddle, and I understand what you believe happened. Sometimes we can have dreams. Very realistic dreams. Is it so hard to think you just had a nightmare?”
“Yes.”
“What about cats?”
“Cats?” Lena repeated, dumbly. What in the hell did cats have to do with this?
“Yes. There are an awful lot of strays, or farm cats. If there’s a female in season and a tom catches her scent, well …”
She narrowed her eyes as she realized what he was implying. She clenched her jaw and mentally counted to ten.
He’s doing his job. He’s exploring all the angles. He’s—
He’s being an asshole
.
An insulting asshole.
“Deputy Prather, I’m pretty sure a couple of cats aren’t going to be able to scream ‘Help me,’ even if the female is in heat, not even if she’s being gang-raped by every fucking tom in the county. I heard screams,” she snapped, not bothering to keep the scathing tone out of her voice. “I heard a woman screaming. I heard her. It wasn’t cats and I wasn’t dreaming.”
“Nobody else reported hearing anything.”
“I live five miles outside of town,” Lena bit off.
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