from Phoenix Morgan, with the computer skills to tap into her car’s OnStar and shut it down. And since Phoenix didn’t know who or where she was…Micah was a sure bet. “I am a big girl. How did he get my OnStar code anyway? Hell, never mind I don’t want to know.”
“Enough about your damned car. Stay right where you are and tell me about being watched. Your job isn’t as damned secret as you think it is, which means there are any number of crazies who might be targeting you.” What? She hadn’t told them what her position entailed, and even though they knew who she worked for, they damned well shouldn’t have any details. Sometimes their reach was just plain scary.
“I feel him. He’s been tracking a guy I did a clearance for, but now I can feel him watching me. I just got scared…sorry I called and set off a panic. I’m good now.” She tried to restart her car, but it was still dead. Slapping her hand down on the steering wheel, she cursed herself for calling them.
“I heard that. You did the right thing even if you don’t think so. When was the last time your instincts were wrong?” He had her there. Truth was, her instincts were almost always spot on. Leaning her forehead against the steering wheel, Aspen tried to focus on the energy she’d felt just a few minutes before, but it was gone.
“He’s gone. I’ve spotted two places where he could have been. I want to go check them out, but my car won’t start. Let me do my job, Jax, you aren’t playing fair. And if you hold me hostage I’m not going to call you the next time I’m scared or need help. I don’t think this is about me, one of the men I did a clearance for has gained an admirer. ” Aspen knew she wasn’t playing fair either, but there were times when the only way to fight a fire was with a fire of your own.
Jax muttered under his breath, and the next voice on the line was Kent’s. “Sweetie, we’re worried about you. Your instincts are terrific, but you also think you are invincible.” Not after the cluster fuck in St. Maarten, I don’t. “We almost lost you on that damned island, and we’re not eager to repeat the experience. How worried would you be if one of us called you and said we were in some asshat’s crosshairs?”
“Yeah, I get it. But disabling my car is a little over the top.”
“If you hadn’t been trying to leave after Jax told you to stay put, it wouldn’t have been necessary. Don’t make me turn you over to Kyle, you already know how that will play out. Your next trip to the club wouldn’t be simply a looky-loo visit.” He had a point about the car, and he knew it. Damn, they could be exasperating. All three of them had the annoying habit of being right, but Kent didn’t typically take such a hardline stance with her. Threatening to turn her over to Kyle was just plain mean.
Lifting her face from its resting place, Aspen groaned. “You called Nate?”
“No, we called Taz—and he called Nate. Look behind you.” Aspen turned around just as the grill of a huge truck filled her rearview mirror. Well, shit.
Chapter Seven
P hoenix was about ready to tear Nate’s office apart. While destroying the club’s office wouldn’t accomplish anything, it might ease the tension that had been threatening to erupt for the past twenty-four hours. It had been bad enough hearing the playback of Aspen’s phone call to Jax yesterday. Despite her later protests, the fear in her voice had been much too easy to hear. The only thing that had kept him from running out the front door of Mountain Mastery was knowing Nate and Taz were already moving into position. He and Mitch had planned to return to the ranch to pick up the last of the props for tonight’s scene, but Aspen’s call scrapped those plans.
One call to Kip solved their problem, his youngest brother reluctantly agreed to deliver everything they needed for tonight’s scene. Kip had been tired and damned cranky. Phoenix wasn’t sure if it had been
“Enough about your damned car. Stay right where you are and tell me about being watched. Your job isn’t as damned secret as you think it is, which means there are any number of crazies who might be targeting you.” What? She hadn’t told them what her position entailed, and even though they knew who she worked for, they damned well shouldn’t have any details. Sometimes their reach was just plain scary.
“I feel him. He’s been tracking a guy I did a clearance for, but now I can feel him watching me. I just got scared…sorry I called and set off a panic. I’m good now.” She tried to restart her car, but it was still dead. Slapping her hand down on the steering wheel, she cursed herself for calling them.
“I heard that. You did the right thing even if you don’t think so. When was the last time your instincts were wrong?” He had her there. Truth was, her instincts were almost always spot on. Leaning her forehead against the steering wheel, Aspen tried to focus on the energy she’d felt just a few minutes before, but it was gone.
“He’s gone. I’ve spotted two places where he could have been. I want to go check them out, but my car won’t start. Let me do my job, Jax, you aren’t playing fair. And if you hold me hostage I’m not going to call you the next time I’m scared or need help. I don’t think this is about me, one of the men I did a clearance for has gained an admirer. ” Aspen knew she wasn’t playing fair either, but there were times when the only way to fight a fire was with a fire of your own.
Jax muttered under his breath, and the next voice on the line was Kent’s. “Sweetie, we’re worried about you. Your instincts are terrific, but you also think you are invincible.” Not after the cluster fuck in St. Maarten, I don’t. “We almost lost you on that damned island, and we’re not eager to repeat the experience. How worried would you be if one of us called you and said we were in some asshat’s crosshairs?”
“Yeah, I get it. But disabling my car is a little over the top.”
“If you hadn’t been trying to leave after Jax told you to stay put, it wouldn’t have been necessary. Don’t make me turn you over to Kyle, you already know how that will play out. Your next trip to the club wouldn’t be simply a looky-loo visit.” He had a point about the car, and he knew it. Damn, they could be exasperating. All three of them had the annoying habit of being right, but Kent didn’t typically take such a hardline stance with her. Threatening to turn her over to Kyle was just plain mean.
Lifting her face from its resting place, Aspen groaned. “You called Nate?”
“No, we called Taz—and he called Nate. Look behind you.” Aspen turned around just as the grill of a huge truck filled her rearview mirror. Well, shit.
Chapter Seven
P hoenix was about ready to tear Nate’s office apart. While destroying the club’s office wouldn’t accomplish anything, it might ease the tension that had been threatening to erupt for the past twenty-four hours. It had been bad enough hearing the playback of Aspen’s phone call to Jax yesterday. Despite her later protests, the fear in her voice had been much too easy to hear. The only thing that had kept him from running out the front door of Mountain Mastery was knowing Nate and Taz were already moving into position. He and Mitch had planned to return to the ranch to pick up the last of the props for tonight’s scene, but Aspen’s call scrapped those plans.
One call to Kip solved their problem, his youngest brother reluctantly agreed to deliver everything they needed for tonight’s scene. Kip had been tired and damned cranky. Phoenix wasn’t sure if it had been
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