Page 41 of Small Town Beast

“No. Didyou?”

“He has a right to know, Tanya,” Bee said disapprovingly. Tanya checked a sharp reply about who had a right to what.

“Did you tell him anything?” Tanya repeated.

“Of course not. He was very rude. He kept trying to find out where you stayed.”

“Hell no. I hope you didn’t tell him.”

“I didn’t say a word. But he said he wants to talk,” Bee said dubiously.

“I have nothing to say to Colton. He didn’t know Amari was missing, right? Durk didn’t tell him?” Tanya pressed.

“No,” replied her best friend. “My husband got wrapped up talking with somebody inside, and I got rid of Colton before he came out of the gas station – thank God. I don’t know how Durk would have taken it. He hates when I talk to other men.”

“Right.”

“But Colton kept saying he needed to talk to you. He drove all the way up from Rowanville, Tanya.”

“There is nothing Colton has to say to me, understand?Nothing.”

“Shoot! I have to go. Durk is coming back,” Bee gasped.

Click.

“Who is Colton?” Tanya’s unwelcome visitor demanded as soon as she hung up the phone.

“Nobody.”

“Your son’s father?”

Mister Bailey was quick. She tried not to look at him leaning all in her doorway like a gangster. He wore a dark flannel shirt, loose and open at the collar to show his muscled neck and the beginning of broad pectorals. His black mane of hair tumbled to a wide pair of shoulders.Why did he have to be good looking? Even with that scar.

He looked imposing and cruel as he stared down his nose, reading volumes in her expression. She turned away from him and started stacking her dishes. Like this was all perfectly normal, to wash dishes when a psychopath had just beenhumping her in the bed and was standing there now like it didn’t matter.

“I haven’t talked to Colton since before Amari was born,” Tanya said. “I left him when I was pregnant.”

“Why? He didn’t want the kid?”

“He was a pimp,” she said shortly.

Saverin stared at her. She rubbed her eyes. It occurred to her mid-rub that her phone was in reach. She could call the police now.

Yeah, and tell them to arrest the stranger she had been dry-humping just a minute ago.The stranger from one of the richest families in town.

Her treacherous body cried out for the oblivion of pleasure again, but she stayed put.

“So where is he now?”

“I don’t know,” Tanya snapped.

“Is he going to be a problem?” the man drawled, leaning against the doorframe of her bedroom.

“He can try,” said Tanya grimly. “I’ll show him a problem.”

“Let’s go back, chocolate. I wasn’t done with you.”

Tanya shook her head. “No. You need to leave.”

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