Page 244 of Come Back to Me

“How are you going to do that?”

“Might know someone who knows someone. Especially when we’re trying to protect a women’s sanctuary. They’ll likely chime in their helppro bono.”

“The ranch hand applicant could be a journalist?”

“No. Like I said, there are no ties to any media companies. If there were, I’d have tossed his file out. I have a bad feeling, Cody.”

“Who’s in danger? My family or the sanctuary?”

“Gut says sanctuary, but that doesn’t mean your family won’t be caught in the crossfire. I’ve been reading up on the files of the current guests and their exes deserve castration.”

I rub my chin. “Only three have exes with the funds to send in an expensive professional.”

She grunts her agreement.

“It might be time for those guests to move on. For their own safety and ours.”

“Perhaps, but if they reached the ranch, then the people in question won’t stop there.” She clucks her tongue. “The location alone is secure, and the audacity of sending someone in for a job interview...”

“It wouldn’t be the first time. Colt explained their interviewing process. It was in-depth to prevent these situations from occurring—we turbocharged it a bunch.” Aware Tee’s listening in, I send her a half-hearted smile. “Maintaining the individuals’ safety is our priority, but they all need our protection. Moving the highest-risk guests overseas might be for the best.”

“Not always possible. Some of the women don’t have the funds?—”

“We’ll make it happen.”

“Fine.” She clears her throat. “Never thought when you looked me up, Cody, that things would be so interesting.”

“You’re welcome.”

When I disconnect the call, Tee tugs on my fingers. “What’s wrong?”

“Someone tried to get a job at the ranch with a fake ID. A high-end one. His record’s clean, no priors, so?—”

“He’s a hitman?!”

Her squeak has me hiding a smile. “We don’t think so. What do you know about Dove Bay?”

“The women’s refuge?”

Naturally, she knows all about it. “Who told you?”

“You—”

Me? Shit, I don’t even remember that conversation.

“—then I asked Zee, of course. Do you think it’s in danger?”

“Perhaps.”

Her eyes bug. “We can’t allow that!”

“Damn straight we can’t. Just like you heard—we’re locking shit down.” I rub my chin. “I don’t know what’s for the best. Move them on or keep them here and up the security.”

“You can’t up the security anymore. Zee doesn’t leave the house that much and she’s already complaining about having guard dogs.”

“We could probably cut the security down by half if we got rid of our more high-profile guests.” I don’t even want to think about who their husbands are. Especially Brackton. He’s a nightmare on his own. “So far, Canada’s taken pretty well to the whole ‘commoner becoming a billionaire’s wife’ romance?—”

“You’re so cynical.”

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