Page 8 of Hell or High Water

“You planning on sitting outside the entire time?”

I didn’t really fucking plan on anything. I was waiting for direction. But I hadn’t planned on being inside the cabin with her.

“You want me in the cabin?” I asked incredulously.

“She can’t fuck up much for us if you’re right there under her nose. She asked for somewhere to stay. That didn’t include alone. We need to make sure she only has one phone. Check her things for an iPad, laptop. You need to snoop through all that shit in her boxes. Figure her out. Find her weakness. Maybe we find something to use to turn this around on her and blackmail her.”

Great. Now I was a damn spy too.

“And why is Forge too old for this job?” I asked with a groan.

“It’s a small town. Folks see him out with a high school girl, and it will draw attention. We don’t want to deal with gossip and shit about her. We need her to ride this out under the radar.”

I let out a sharp laugh. “Well then, we are fucked. You did get a good look at her, right? She’s never gonna be under any radar. She’ll draw attention with or without Forge.”

He grimaced. “That is an issue, but maybe she won’t dress like that for school.”

“Maybe she owns a damn bra,” I muttered.

He stopped walking when we reached the edge of the southside of his property. Crossing his arms over his chest, he glanced over at me. “Just don’t make Samson’s mistake.”

When I stared at him, completely clueless as to what he was saying, he continued, “In the Bible.”

“I’ve never read the Bible.” I pointed out the obvious.

The corner of his mouth quirked. “You really should. It’s a good read. Anyway, there is a story in it about a man named Samson who was brought down by the enemy because of a woman. One he wanted so bad that he trusted her when he shouldn’t. And because of that, she took away everything important to him. It’s a tragic tale that ends in his death.”

I raised my eyebrows. “The Bible has stories like that in it?”

He nodded. “It does. Some even darker.”

“Huh. Who knew?” I mused, then shook my head. “Just because she’s a sexpot doesn’t make me weak. I had two different ones on their knees with my cock in their mouths last night.”

“I don’t need details of your sexcapades.”

I chuckled as he gave me a withering glance.

“Just watch her, go through her things, find out something on her we can use. Anything to shut her up. We have two more years with Baskin, and we have to keep his reputation clean.”

“If I find something, does that mean this babysitting shit ends?”

Linc nodded. “I guess so, if you were to find something big enough to hold over her head to shut her up and send her back where she came from.”

I’d not known there was a ticket out of this.

“I’ll find something we can use. Come hell or high water.”

Four

Montana

This wasn’t so bad. It was actually cozy. I had everything I needed. I was alone.

“As usual, Momma, you were right,” I said softly.

The only downfall was the guy I had to rely on for transportation. Than hated me. I’d done nothing to him. It was a first-sight situation. While I’d dealt with how attractive he was, he’d glowered at me like I was shit on the bottom of his boot.

Whatever. I didn’t care. He was a temporary thing I could get through.

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