Page 56 of GAF Factor

“Fucking Kavanaugh,” he muttered.

“Well, you weren’t around,” I snapped, irritated that I even cared.

“I was dealing with something.”

“And what would that be?”

“Finding out why your ex was trying to have you killed.”

Well, knock me over with a feather. I stared at him, stunned by the blunt honesty of his words, but then again, IKE never had a problem telling me the truth.

“And?”

He shook his head. “Not until you finish telling me the story.”

He didn’t play fair. “Kavanaugh picked me up and I got irritated with him. He said something about how it wasn’t cold, and I said that after spending four days in an ice box, spending an afternoon out in the cold wasn’t my idea of a good time. And then I stormed off. And since then, Kavanaugh has been messaging me to check on me.”

He grunted in acknowledgment. “I still don’t like him.”

“Of course you don’t. Now, tell me what you found out.”

“Not much. I’m still waiting for answers. I met a guy who deals in information.”

“And?” I asked, stepping back. As much as I loved his arms around me, I needed my space. I kept busy by stuffing my things into my bag. “What did he say?”

“He’s going to look into it. I don’t buy that your ex wants you dead.”

My head whipped up in surprise. “You don’t?”

He shook his head. “He may be pissed with you, but there’s more to the story. Something else is going on, and I would guess someone else is trying to kill you to get to him.”

“But…I’m not even with him anymore.”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re his weakness whether you like it or not. You were married to him for years. That makes you a liability to him.”

I slumped down on the bed, confused by the whole thing. “But nothing’s happened since the massive shooting on the front porch. Why would they just give up?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”

I glanced up, smirking at how he leaned against the doorframe. His dark blue shirt blended perfectly with the gray vest, still as neat and clean as when he showed up last night. He was the spitting image of slick and handsome, and I couldn’t stop staring at him, knowing that behind the gorgeous smile was a very dangerous man.

“Why didn’t you come over here and insist I have protection?”

“Did you want me to do that?”

“Not particularly.”

“Then why are you asking?”

“Because…”

“Because you expected me to,” he finished. “I know Kavanaugh still has his security system in place, and I’ve been keeping an ear to the ground.”

“And you’ve been stalking me.”

A smirk played at his lips. “From time to time.”

“So, you didn’t feel the need to charge in here and take over.”

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