Page 38 of Dead Bled Ringer
Unfortunately for me, he looked equally as hot in a suit, with those cuffs stretched down over his tattoos, as he did in tight jeans and a T-shirt.
“Just wanted to let you know we’ll have to put the next payment on hold,” Hunter said roughly when she opened the door.
“What do you mean?” Dr. Willoughby-Horton purred as she moved closer. “I thought we were going to use the funds from the next guy to go away on a trip somewhere. To Japan or Kenya. Somewhere sexy as hell so we can justfuckall day long. I’ll declare anyone insane you want if it means I get to gobble your fat chub at the end of the day.”
The lust was practically dripping off her at the sight of him.
But Hunter’s dick wasn’t doing a damn thing.
“My wife—Angel—she’s missing. I’m too worried about her.”
Angel. If the doctor was smarter, she’d have been suspicious. Henry never called me Angel. He had no nicknames for me.
“Are you sure she didn’t just run away?” Dr. Willoughby-Horton asked.
Excuse me, bitch, I thought sourly. I waskidnapped.
“What about your brother? Isn’t he supposed to be your fixer? Can’t he go find her?”
“My brother—is the one who took her away from me.”
“What? Why?”
“He has—afilthyinterest in Angel.”
My heart stopped.
“What kind of interest?” she asked eagerly, licking her lips.
“I think you know what kind. She’s a very beautiful woman. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”
Dr. Willoughby-Horton stiffened. “Oh. Didn’t know you were so into yourwife.”
“Well, I have to admit the objective truth. She’s much prettier than you.”
I had to cover my mouth with my hand to stifle a ridiculous giggle. This was absolutely unnecessary and more like to piss her off, but I couldn’t lie, it feltdamn goodafter years of Henry’s criticism.
“What? You said she was boring in bed. You said you were going to leave her for me!”
Dr. Willoughby-Horton looked pissed as fuck.
But Hunter laughed scornfully as he grabbed the briefcase.
He was the very picture of his brother. Unless you knew him at all.
Then it wasn’t possible to confuse them. Because Henry had never said what came out of Hunter’s mouth.
“I was just using you for meaningless sex.She’sthe only woman I have ever cared about.”
Since we had already verified that Henry was at the house, the next step was to head there and wait until nightfall.
“I’ve got the security cameras off,” Jasper warbled in my ear. “I’m so happy you’ve finally let me participate in torturing Henry.”
“Follow my lead,” Hunter said as we parked his truck a distance away and walked behind the buildings. “You have to promise me you won’t do anything stupid.”
“You’re not the boss of me,” I retorted, glorying inwardly in hiswant to betgrowl in response.
I should not bethisaroused by him, even though I wasdyingto know what other times Hunter had been Henry.
