Page 80 of Hell or High Water

“What else did he say?”

“That you signed it out on February 8 of this year. But it was a gift for Linc to take to Thaddeus Davidson’s christening of his new stables.”

I shook my head. “That makes no sense. The leader of the Louisiana branch isn’t stalking Montana. He’s old and married and too fucking busy. Besides, he can’t hide in the shadows, watching her. He doesn’t have time.”

Bane had his phone back out, looking down at it. “It’s not Thaddeus, and I’m having a hard time picturing Wayon doing something like this. We just need to find out who could have taken Thaddeus’s bottle of Liquid Hale.” He glanced up at me. “Or now that we know we are working with family, we set him up. We’ll be prepared for him next time.”

“We need to get to Linc’s,” I said, stalking back to the truck.

“About that. Linc wants Montana at the cabin. He’s sending Luther out to stand guard.”

I stopped and turned back to him. “Why at the cabin?”

“Because he said so.”

Thirty-Six

Montana

I hadn’t heard the footsteps because of the television being too loud, and when the cabin door swung open, I sprang up out of my seat so fast that I spilled my water all over my shirt. Than paused and looked at my shirt and then at me.

“You okay?” he asked.

I let out a small laugh. “Yeah. Just a little jumpy, I guess.”

His eyes went back to my shirt. “I have some questions, and we need to talk, but I can’t concentrate with your shirt wet like that. Can you go change?”

He’d been gone for two hours and fifteen minutes. I’d been watching the clock. I had known that someone named Luther was outside, guarding the cabin, but I didn’t like it in here without Than. I was just relieved he was back.

“Yeah,” I told him, setting the bottle down, then going to the bedroom for a dry shirt.

“Do you have the other letters that he left you?” Than asked.

I paused, then turned back to look at him and nodded. “I kept them. Not because I wanted them, but in case I needed them to take to the police if it got to that level.”

“Bring them back out with you. I want to read them.”

I wasn’t sure I wanted him to read what all the letters said. Some of it was embarrassing. But he was trying to help.

“Okay,” I replied, then went into the room, closing the door behind me.

“Six!” Than called out.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve had you naked on the bed with my mouth on your pussy. Why are you shutting the door to change tops?”

I smiled, and a shiver ran over me. Thinking about that made me anxious for tonight. Being in bed with him again.

“Habit?”

He chuckled.

“You can keep it closed this time. I need to stay focused.”

I grinned while pulling off the wet shirt and looking for another one. Once that was done, I opened the suitcase where the letters were kept and found them tucked in the lining, where I’d hidden them. There were two I didn’t want him to read. They were…uncomfortable for me. But I didn’t want to lie either, so I took all of them and headed back into the other room.

He was sitting on the sofa with his booted feet propped on the table and crossed at the ankle with a glass of whiskey in his hand. His gaze went from my top to the letters in my hand, and then he held out his. Reluctantly, I handed them to him.

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