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been.
    Okay, so obviously Trace was the only one
not in the loop here.
    The hair on the back of Trace’s neck stood
on end from the mere mention of one of the most powerful families in the great
state of Texas. The Adorites weren’t the normal, run-of-the-mill, wealthy family,
either. They were Texas’s very own Southern Boy Mafia—a name given to them by
the media because of their good ol’ boy personas, a name that had eventually
stuck—with deep pockets and even deeper roots into a world that Trace’s family
had spent years fighting against. Despite the way the name sounded, the
Southern Boys weren’t backwoods rednecks—hell, they weren’t rednecks at all—but
they wanted people to believe they were. And Trace knew for a fact that Casper,
Bryce, and the Adorite patriarch, Samuel, were on a first-name basis. Not
exactly friends. More of a live and let live sort of relationship or so he’d
been told.
    Marissa didn’t say a word, which spoke far
louder than anything she could’ve said.
    RT pulled a piece of paper from his pocket
and slid it over to Trace. It was an article cut out of a newspaper, dated
February tenth, one year ago. Rather than read the contents, Trace glanced at
Marissa.
    “What’s this about?” he asked, the
question not exactly pointed at her, but he’d take any information he could
get.
    No one spoke.
    “Did you write this article?” Trace
questioned.
    “No,” Marissa stated stubbornly, shaking
her head.
    Trace’s gaze shifted back to the article.
Who the hell was Douglas Forthnet?
    “But you played a huge part in the story?”
RT asked, dragging Trace’s attention back to Marissa as he waited for her to
respond.
    Marissa nodded.
    “Do you know Douglas Forthnet?” It was
Clay’s turn to interrogate.
    “He’s a journalist. He writes for the Dallas Morning News ,” Marissa said.
    “He was a journalist,” RT said, sitting up straight. “He’s dead, Marissa.”
    Trace watched Marissa’s throat work as she
swallowed hard, and her eyes turned glassy with what appeared to be tears. Did
this Douglas guy mean something to her? The mere thought of Marissa with some
other man made a knot form in his chest. Rather than dwell on what that meant,
Trace shoved the thought away.
    The waitress returned with two white mugs
of coffee and a carafe that she used to refill Trace’s cup.
    “Can I get you something to eat?” the
waitress asked, her eyes roaming over each one of them before returning to RT.
    Marissa shook her head at the same time
Trace rattled off his order, informing the waitress to make it two. Marissa was
going to eat, whether she liked it or not.
    RT and Clay chimed in, telling the
waitress to bring them the same, and she was off once again. When she was out
of earshot, RT continued. “Your buddy Doug was in a fatal car accident two
weeks ago. DOA. No witnesses.”
    Trace didn’t need for RT to continue; he
got the gist of what the man was saying. Douglas Forthnet had been a casualty
in this war that seemed to be going on around them, and it seemed that RT was
tying that unfortunate incident to the most recent attempt on Marissa’s life.
    “Do you think the Adorites are
retaliating? Maybe they think she knows something?” Trace turned his attention
to RT.
    “It’s a possibility. One I fully intend to
get to the bottom of as soon as we make it back to Texas.”
    “And how do you plan to do that?” Marissa
inquired.
    “I plan to go talk to them.”
    “I want to be there when you do,” Trace
demanded.
    RT met his gaze but didn’t say anything.
    “Right now, before we do anything rash, we
need to know everything Marissa knows,” Clay added.
    “I really don’t know anything more,” she
said, her voice pitched higher than before.
    “What I want to know is why you didn’t
bother to tell us this in the beginning,” RT grumbled. “We could’ve had this
taken care of a long damn time ago. Not spent the last twelve months chasing
our own fucking