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I nodded. “What’s a sure way of hurting me if you can’t get to me directly?”

“Facts.” Tex was already typing away. “That’s interesting.”

“What is?”

“Why don’t you ask your Goddess to watch over Dillon?”

I scoffed. “She might have gotten lucky with the truck trick, but these could be some dangerous people, Tex. Are you forgetting what I do for a living?”

Tex frowned at me.

“Check it.” Tex cleared his throat, dramatically. “Lieutenant Seema Lipson, aka Wasp. Victoria Cross, Cross of Valor—”

“She’s military?”

“Ex-military.”

“How old is she? Twenty five—twenty six?”

“Twenty-nine—turning thirty next month.” Tex replied. “She was deployed to Haiti during their last disaster to help with security for Canadian aid workers. She was shot protecting a group of women.”

“Damn—would that explain the limp?”

“Yeah…according to this the bullet missed her spine—barely.” Tex sounded sad. “Look, I’m gonna send one of my guys to watch Dillon for now. We call him Duke—but his name is Matteo Francetti.”

“I’ve heard of Matteo—the billionaire, right?”

Tex nodded.

“Go talk to your Goddess.” Tex smirked. “See if you can talk her into taking up guarding your boy. I figure if she says yes, you know you can trust her. That’s one less thing you’ll have to worry about. In the meantime, I’ll check out video footage from the highway to see if I can find anything that can help.”

I sighed.

“Even if I wanted to ask Seema for help, I don’t even—”

My phone beeped and I paused to check.

It was a text message from Tex with an address.

“Of course.” I sighed.

When I focused on Tex again, he was smirking at me.

“I’m playing cupid, brother.” He winked at me. “She’s returning from a haul about four-ish. Don’t be late.”

“I won’t.”

“I’ll hit you back.” Tex told me.

Nodding, I hung up.

Suddenly, my neck was stiff and my shoulders sore. Although I was excited at the concept of seeing Seema again, I didn’t know how she would take me offering her a job watching Dillon. It was a simple enough job, but in my line of work, it might be dangerous.

She may not want to get involved—she may not want to be around me with my kind of disasters.

But I knew I couldn’t keep asking Matteo to watch Dillon. Matteo had his own issues running his own company and the like.

“Carter?” Charlie hollered from the front hall.

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