Page 71 of Curvy Love

“Whatever.”

She chuckles and I growl at her.

She tosses her hands up and leans over her computer. “Okay, calm your tits. Let me look.” She types in some things, a few clicks and then she’s look at the grid of pictures. Lots of ones of me working out and some from my night with Willow and then one from last night that I don’t even know what where they got it.

“What am I looking at right there, Lezlee?”

“Well, it looks like you and Sabrina Wilde in a heated embrace.”

“Yeah, that’s what it looks like, but I’ve never been that close to that woman. And last night I was working on a Christmas project for my girl. I sure as fuck was not hugging that.” I jab my finger at the screen. “I’m sure Willow has seen it because she’s not answering my calls or texts.”

“Aww, you and Willow?”

I close my eyes and resist the urge to throw her laptop across the room. “Focus, Lezlee. Who runs this account?”

“I’ll find out.” She picks up her cell phone and five minutes later a very young looking girl comes into the room.

“You wanted to see me, Ms. Charles.” The girl’s eyes widen when she sees me and she squeaks.

I storm towards her. “Where the fuck did you get that picture?”

She looks from me to Lezlee.

“Abbott! Do not scare her. She’s just an intern.” Lezlee puts her body between me and the girl.

“I wouldn’t have hurt her. I don’t hurt women.”

“Go sit down.”

“Meg, tell me where you got that photo of Mr. James and Ms. Wilde?”

The girl bites down on her thumb and her eyes fill with tears. “Ms. Wilde sent it in and asked that it be posted from Mr. James’s account. She said it was a surprise for him. I thought it was romantic.”

“Well, it’s a fake picture. I’ll be pulling you off social media. Go see Gregg in accounting and tell him I said for him to find something for you to do.” Then Lezlee turns and comes back to her desk. “I’m sorry, Abbott, I had no idea and that’s on me. I should have been monitoring it more carefully. What do you need me to do?”

“I need all of my login information so that I can take things over. Then I want the contact information for that Gossip Lane person. And I want the home address for Sabrina Wilde. We’re long past due for a chat.”

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Several hours later I pull my rental into Willow’s driveway. There are other vehicles here, but I don’t care. I bang on the front door and wait. A woman with blonde hair opens the door and she fists her hips and glares at me.

“You must be one of the sisters.”

“I am. I’m the oldest, Paisley and if you’re not here to grovel, then you can turn around and get back in your car.”

“I am here to make everything right. I promise. If I can’t you can kick me in the bollocks.”

She narrows her eyes at me. “That’s balls, right?”

“Right.”

“Deal. Come on in. She’s in her bedroom. We’re not leaving though until she says we can.” She lets me into the house and there’s another blonde sitting on the couch. “That’s Laurel, she’s the middle sister.”

“Hey, you were at my husband’s taco truck, Guac-N-Roll.”

“Oh yes, excellent food.”

“Thank you, I’ll tell him you said that. He’s a big fan of yours.” Then she frowns. “But I won’t tell him if you don’t fix things with my baby sister.”

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