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We couldn’t stay like this forever though.

“What does the photo show?” I asked, not ready for him to let me go.

“The back of a guy in jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. He has sneakers on and is average in build. There’s nothing remarkable about him.”

“Jordan’s certain it’s him?”

“They were taken at the site of the last kidnapping.”

“Okay. I’ll look in a minute.”

“How about an hour?”

“When are you due back?” I asked. How long could I stay like this before he had to leave? God, I wasn’t just a cuddler. I was a clinger. Before Reghan could answer, I asked, “Is this too much for you?”

“What?”

“Me being on you, holding you without any intention of letting go?”

He chuckled. “Not at all. I wouldn’t mind it if you held on tighter.”

So, I did. For an hour and fifteen minutes when Reghan’s phone rang, and he had to go back to work. He showed me the picture and said he’d return tonight, if he could. What did it say about me that I really hoped he was bored as fuck and Jordan didn’t need him? I shouldn’t need him either. Although, I couldn’t stop myself from wishing he’d be in my bed later.

26

REGHAN

Leaving Barrett this morning was awful. I wanted nothing more than to spend the day with him. Jordan called and put an end to that. I answered and had to move a warm and pliant Barrett from my lap.

We had to see one of Jordan’s buyers and remind him who he was fucking with. Jordan didn't bother bringing Sheldon along. He didn’t want to be calm for this meeting.

Blood was drawn, but no one was killed, so it was a win, for now at least. The guy had twenty-four hours to pay, or the next visit would result in his death. To be sure he wouldn't skip town, Jordan left one of his guards behind. It was someone new, who still had to prove himself.

We were on our way back to Jordan’s building when my phone started ringing in my pocket. There were only a handful of people who could get my phone to make a sound.

I didn't answer. Not when I was on Jordan’s detail.

I could hear him growl in the back seat.

“Now you've done it, Reghan,” Albert teased. “He’s growling again.”

I held my breath, hoping it wouldn't ring again. I didn’t know who was calling me since my phone barely rang.

But the universe wasn’t on my side because it started again.

“Jesus Christ, Reghan!” Jordan yelled. "Answer the fucking phone!”

If I could have sunk low in the seat, I would have.

Pulling the phone from my pocket I glanced at the screen and saw it was Barrett. My heart hammered in my chest. My mind started down the road of what could be wrong.

We’d exchanged numbers, our personal numbers, but we put aliases for the names. If his boss ever took his phone, my number was untraceable, thanks to Lawson.

“For fuck’s sake,” Jordan growled and leaned forward to take the phone from my hand before I could put it out of his reach. “This better be fucking good,” he seethed into the phone. I couldn’t hear what Barrett said, but anger built on Jordan’s face as we navigated the city streets. “We’re on our way.” He hung up before handing the phone back to me. “Get to Barrett’s. Now.”

“What happened?” I asked. I resisted the urge to yell at my boss.

“Marshall’s missing. He texted Barrett to say he was leaving the club he was at with some friends. He never came home.”

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