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They extended the tour for two more months.
Not two weeks.
Two fucking months.
“I’m sorry, Coop.” Emily’s face is full of sorrow. I hate this shit. There’s no way to hide the disappointment from my face.
Her blue eyes swim with tears on my screen. “Don’t cry, baby. We’ll figure it out.”
“I just can’t quit on this tour. It would be career suicide,” she says, tucking her hair behind her ear.
She’s so beautiful. All I want right now is to touch her, taste her, love her, but I have to wait.
The farm experienced a huge blow this week. Someone cut the fence, and we lost about a third of our herd. If I didn’t have to talk to another investigator today and insurance adjuster tomorrow, I would be on a plane right now.
“And I can’t come to you.”
She rests her cheek on her fist. “Any luck on the herd?”
“No. Trent hasn’t really had a crime since he’s been the sheriff so he’s no help.”
Emily laughs. “I’m sure he’s all excited to do some real police work.”
“Well, if he can call it that.”
He tries his best, but I’m thinking he got his training from watching cop shows on television. Even Wyatt makes fun of his brother half the time. I know finding whoever did it is a long shot, but replacing a third of the herd is going to cost me a fortune. Hopefully, our insurance will cover most of it.
“Hold on, honey. Someone is at the door.” Emily puts the phone down, and I hear a deep voice in the background. Her face fills the screen a few seconds later. “Wade wants to talk to us,” she says, holding the phone so I can see both of them.
This can’t be good.
It’s been five days of quiet. I’d hoped…
“We had another delivery. This time it’s a file with photos.” He clears his throat and looks directly at Em. “I want you off this bus right now.”
“What?” she asks.
Wade takes the phone from Emily. “I’ll send you an email in ten minutes. I’m going to secure Emily and then I’ll fill you in.”
Anger, fear, and nervous energy floods me, demanding I get answers now, but I nod in agreement. Emily comes first.
“Get her safe, and I’ll be waiting for your call.”
Chapter Twelve
Emily
I’m shivering. No matter how many blankets Vince and Luke wrap around me, I can’t get warm. My fingers are frozen, and I can’t breathe.
He had a video camera in my bedroom.
“You’ll stay with us,” Luke says, trying to reassure me. “We’ll add more security to your team as well. Whatever you need, Emily.”
I need Cooper.
Wade is on the phone with him now. Cooper’s too angry to talk to me. The photos were graphic. I was naked in each one. He has photos of me after a shower from two days ago. Pictures of me talking on the phone with Cooper. Pictures that, in the wrong hands, could destroy my life.
