Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
She felt her heart constrict. Well, at least she knew how Jensen was so up to date on her life. And why Niall wouldn’t sleep with her. He wasn’t interested in her. He was saving her for his friend.
“Yeah,” she replied and thought about killing them both.
* * * *
The big blond asshole slapped the top of his desk again, laughter booming from him. “And then he attacked Harlow’s new guy, who is his best friend, who’s also supposed to be spying on her? In the middle of the murder?”
“Ian.” The woman with the strawberry-colored hair shot her husband a glare.
The man who’d been introduced as Ian Taggart simply continued to bust a gut. Not that he had much of one. Jensen would bet the guy was older than he looked, but he kept it tight.
As tight as Jensen wanted to wrap his hands around his former best friend’s throat. Until Niall was blue and that poacher was fucking dead.
Niall sat in a chair on the other side of the office looking sullen and only slightly damaged. He had to admit Niall knew how to block a punch.
Harlow wasn’t looking at either of them. She’d been silent, and the only reason she’d gotten into the car with them was the cops were coming.
She’d been ready to get into Niall’s Jeep. Not Jensen’s truck. He could tell himself it was because Niall’s vehicle was closer and Miranda started walking for it, but he knew the truth.
She liked Niall. Niall had spent the last several months stealing his woman.
Needless to say Jensen had gotten his ass in that Jeep, too, leaving behind his truck.
Jack had apparently dealt with the cops quickly and shown up here after Harlow had sent Miranda off with her mom and a check for mental health services since she’d witnessed a lot of shit tonight.
“You got to admit it was pretty funny.” Jack was the only one who seemed somewhat comfortable with the outcome. “I was thinking the big guy was about to punch me and he went for the new guy.”
Taggart grinned. “Did he have the crazy eyes?”
Jack—if that was his real name—nodded. “It’s like you always said. You gotta watch out for the crazy eyes.”
“I would like to know what’s going on with you.” Jensen had been quiet for way too long. “You said you were a fed. At least I think you did. It got confusing.”
Taggart nodded. “That’s what happens when you lose your shit. Tell me, did you see a red mist or just black out in a jealousy-fueled rage?”
If this guy wasn’t so important to Harlow… “I had a normal reaction to learning that my best friend in the world was poaching my girl.”
“Not your girl,” Harlow said as Taggart’s wife sat down beside her and handed her a cup of tea. Harlow managed a slight smile. “Thanks, Charlotte. I’m sorry to get you out of bed. It was supposed to be a simple client move.”
“Nothing is simple when you’ve got two men involved, sweetie,” Charlotte replied. “If I wasn’t worried about how you’re getting home, I would have brought out the vodka.”
Jack stood by the big floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked downtown and all its glittering lights. This building was nice, and apparently Taggart owned it. It reminded Jensen of the difference in his and Harlow’s circumstances.
But at least that asshole Niall was as poor as he was.
“I’m FBI,” Jack said with a sigh.
“Booo,” Taggart called out.
Jack’s eyes rolled. “Like the Agency is cooler. Anyway, my team has been following a man named Cliff Hamilton for the last several years, but it wasn’t until he crossed state lines and started to build his organization in both Texas and Nevada that we got involved. Up until that point California Bureau was handling things. Then a while back that sweet thing from The Hideout busted the op wide open.”
“We call her Hurricane Daisy,” Taggart explained.
“And that’s when you decided to hire on?” Niall asked. “Did you realize your cousin was involved?”
Jack winked Harlow’s way. “Not at all. I mean I knew she got tangled up with his group in California. By the way, we got that stupid arrest thing all cleared up for you, darlin’. She’s not actually my cousin, you see. Not a bit a blood between us.”
He noticed Niall sat up a little taller. So did he. He might have to kick a fed’s ass tonight.
“No, but we do have a whole childhood between us,” Harlow replied with a frown. “Don’t spin him up again.”
Jack glanced at Niall and then back to Jensen. “Which one? Because from where I’m sitting I got a rise out of them both.”
Harlow took a sip of tea and then set it down, looking to her “cousin.” Who damn well was going to stay her cousin. “Jensen was always a jealous ass. Niall has no reason to be jealous since he was a plant meant to keep me pure while his friend was doing his thing.”