Page 60 of Montana Mystery

I slid him further into my mouth, and he swore. “Kate.”

A blaring, ringing sound made us both freeze. A phone ringing. Not mine—Noah’s.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Let me make sure it’s not an emergency.”

The man had the willpower of steel. I saw it in every line of movement, because moving his cock out of my mouth was the last thing he wanted.

Noah dug into the jeans he’d discarded last night and froze. “It’s not a number that I know.”

“Then we can ignore it.”

“I don’t think we can,” he said, staring at the phone. His face was strained, but he hit answer on the call at the same time that he came over to me. The phone was on speaker. It was early still, and Noah made himself sound sleepy.

“Hello?”

“This the asshole who beat my best fighter last night?”

Max. Everything fun and sexy drained out of me. Noah grabbed my hand and squeezed. “Yeah, that’s me. Why the fuck are you calling me? And why is it at this hour of the morning?”

An ugly laugh came across the line. “You are the same asshole. There’s a special event tomorrow night. Unplanned, but it gives us a chance to settle our business. Wouldn’t want to let a debt hang over my head.”

No, he wouldn’t. Not with what people like him did to people with unpaid debts.

Noah looked wary. But we needed to catch these guys, and this might give us the chance. “What kind of event?”

“One you’ll like.”

“Fine.” Noah made an annoyed sound. “Send me the details. I’ll be there.”

He went to hang up, and Max spoke again. “Wait. The girl I gave you last night.”

I couldn’t look at him, but I felt Noah’s eyes on me. “What about her?”

“You left with her faster than I’d thought you would. I’d promised people some introductions... if you know what I mean.”

Noah squeezed my hand again, and I squeezed back. I knew this was a part that he had to play. It didn’t have anything to do with me or what had already happened between us. “Do I care about who you want to introduce your groupie sluts to? No.”

Max’s voice went hard. “I need to know where she is.”

Leaning back on the bed, Noah brought me with him, tucking me against his side. It let him make stretching sounds like he was getting out of bed, and he laughed. “I have no idea where she is. I fucked her and made sure she gave me everything she was good for. But it wasn’t good enough for me to have seconds.”

“Where did you last see her?”

An angry sound came out of Noah. “I don’t know, and I don’t care. We fucked in my car. I let her out on a street corner. Are we done?”

Panic laced Max’s voice. Concealed, but there. “I need you to bring her back. With you. Tomorrow. It’s not negotiable.”

Noah shrugged, though he couldn’t be seen through the phone. “The only thing that’s not negotiable is that you owe me seventeen thousand dollars. That’s minus the fee for the fuck. I’ll bring it back up to eighteen if you don’t let me get off the fucking phone.”

“Look—”

“No, asshole. You gave her to me. I used her. Don’t even remember her name.”

“Katie.”

I ground my teeth together.

“Whatever,” Noah said. “I’m not helping you find some random chick. I’ll be there for my money. And if you make it interesting, maybe another bet so you can make it back.”

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