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wonder. I see why Nick is so enamored with you.”
She scrunched her face. “No, I keep telling you. He treats me like a little sister. It’s not like you think. You should have heard the crap he spewed on that staircase. Not interested is putting it mildly. He acted like he was forced to take his cousin to the prom. There’s no way he would care one way or the other what I did with you or anyone else. I want to—You’re so pretty you don’t know what it’s like. I refuse to beg you to sleep with me, though the thought has crossed my mind a dozen or so times the last few minutes.”
“Oh, I think I know exactly what it’s like,” he said. “Even if he wasn’t a friend, Nick isn’t the kind of guy you cross. Talk about some serious pain.”
Was Nick part of the Mafia? Just the other day she’d read some story about problems with mob bosses in Irving. Or worse, maybe he was a drug kingpin?
The man was her friend, surely she’d know if he were a criminal.
Then again, her track record with men was abysmal.
Chapter Seven
Someone could have sucker punched him and Nick wouldn’t have felt worse. Casey and Hugh were nowhere to be found. Had the idiots upstairs been a ruse to keep him occupied while they kidnapped her?
Or was Alvinia the culprit? Dear God, he’d tried to do damage control with her, but if the witch had any idea how he really felt about Casey—well, she might not live through the night.
No. He wouldn’t let that happen. He had to find and protect his sweet friend.
Why had he brought her?
You’re an idiot.
He shoved a hand through his hair.
“You have exactly thirty seconds to find her, or that oaf of a bodyguard’s head will be ripped from his shoulders,” Nick growled at Mason.
As usual, Mason stayed calm. Taking out his phone, he pushed a few buttons and adjusted his jacket while he waited. “Hugh, where is Miss Meyers?”
Nick ripped the phone from his hand.
Mason smirked. The man didn’t understand how much trouble Casey could be in. God, if Alvinia’s henchmen took her—
Holding the phone to his ear he heard Linc’s name.
“Repeat that Hugh,” Nick ordered.
“Hi, Mr. Christos. I was telling Mason that Mr. Linc took her home. She wasn’t feeling too good. I saw him carrying her part of the way, so I knew she must have been bad.”
Carrying her? “And you didn’t go with them because?”
“Mr. Linc told me to stay and protect you. I’ve been watching the floor for any suspicious behavior.”
Nick thrust the phone back to Mason. “Get me the damn car.”
He’d seen the way Linc’s eyes hungered for Casey. If his friend touched her, he’d kill him, plain and simple.
Linc’s charm was legendary. He’d also seen the way Casey checked Linc out, as she liked to say, at the salon. Nick had been at the other end of that heated gaze, and knew exactly how it made a man feel. His fist tightened in rage.
Casey was his…friend. And he wasn’t about to let a womanizer like Linc crush her soul.
The woman had to make better choices when it came to men.
If he had to kill his best friend to make her understand, he would.
…
“Sir, we’re here,” a voice came over the limo’s speaker system.
Casey squeaked and would have spilled her water if Linc hadn’t taken it from her.
“Where are we?” She’d been so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t been paying attention.
“Home. Do you mind if I take you up?”
“You don’t have to. You should get back to the party.” She was pretty sure she could slap herself into an elevator and find the right door.
Linc shook his head. “I was grateful to have an excuse to leave. Come on, let’s go eat.” He grabbed the sacks of greasy hamburgers he’d insisted they pick up. Claiming that, other than pancakes, it was the best food to avoid hangovers.
“Carl, take a break. I’ll call you soon,” Linc said to the black window.
“Yes, sir.”
Casey didn’t mind. Being alone with her thoughts wasn’t
She scrunched her face. “No, I keep telling you. He treats me like a little sister. It’s not like you think. You should have heard the crap he spewed on that staircase. Not interested is putting it mildly. He acted like he was forced to take his cousin to the prom. There’s no way he would care one way or the other what I did with you or anyone else. I want to—You’re so pretty you don’t know what it’s like. I refuse to beg you to sleep with me, though the thought has crossed my mind a dozen or so times the last few minutes.”
“Oh, I think I know exactly what it’s like,” he said. “Even if he wasn’t a friend, Nick isn’t the kind of guy you cross. Talk about some serious pain.”
Was Nick part of the Mafia? Just the other day she’d read some story about problems with mob bosses in Irving. Or worse, maybe he was a drug kingpin?
The man was her friend, surely she’d know if he were a criminal.
Then again, her track record with men was abysmal.
Chapter Seven
Someone could have sucker punched him and Nick wouldn’t have felt worse. Casey and Hugh were nowhere to be found. Had the idiots upstairs been a ruse to keep him occupied while they kidnapped her?
Or was Alvinia the culprit? Dear God, he’d tried to do damage control with her, but if the witch had any idea how he really felt about Casey—well, she might not live through the night.
No. He wouldn’t let that happen. He had to find and protect his sweet friend.
Why had he brought her?
You’re an idiot.
He shoved a hand through his hair.
“You have exactly thirty seconds to find her, or that oaf of a bodyguard’s head will be ripped from his shoulders,” Nick growled at Mason.
As usual, Mason stayed calm. Taking out his phone, he pushed a few buttons and adjusted his jacket while he waited. “Hugh, where is Miss Meyers?”
Nick ripped the phone from his hand.
Mason smirked. The man didn’t understand how much trouble Casey could be in. God, if Alvinia’s henchmen took her—
Holding the phone to his ear he heard Linc’s name.
“Repeat that Hugh,” Nick ordered.
“Hi, Mr. Christos. I was telling Mason that Mr. Linc took her home. She wasn’t feeling too good. I saw him carrying her part of the way, so I knew she must have been bad.”
Carrying her? “And you didn’t go with them because?”
“Mr. Linc told me to stay and protect you. I’ve been watching the floor for any suspicious behavior.”
Nick thrust the phone back to Mason. “Get me the damn car.”
He’d seen the way Linc’s eyes hungered for Casey. If his friend touched her, he’d kill him, plain and simple.
Linc’s charm was legendary. He’d also seen the way Casey checked Linc out, as she liked to say, at the salon. Nick had been at the other end of that heated gaze, and knew exactly how it made a man feel. His fist tightened in rage.
Casey was his…friend. And he wasn’t about to let a womanizer like Linc crush her soul.
The woman had to make better choices when it came to men.
If he had to kill his best friend to make her understand, he would.
…
“Sir, we’re here,” a voice came over the limo’s speaker system.
Casey squeaked and would have spilled her water if Linc hadn’t taken it from her.
“Where are we?” She’d been so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t been paying attention.
“Home. Do you mind if I take you up?”
“You don’t have to. You should get back to the party.” She was pretty sure she could slap herself into an elevator and find the right door.
Linc shook his head. “I was grateful to have an excuse to leave. Come on, let’s go eat.” He grabbed the sacks of greasy hamburgers he’d insisted they pick up. Claiming that, other than pancakes, it was the best food to avoid hangovers.
“Carl, take a break. I’ll call you soon,” Linc said to the black window.
“Yes, sir.”
Casey didn’t mind. Being alone with her thoughts wasn’t
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