Wilde at Heart by Tonya Burrows Page B

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    But Reece didn’t have the luxury of ignoring his problems. He had to deal with them, and fast. He waited only until the crowd thinned out enough that he could talk without being overheard, then drew a fortifying breath. “I came to find you because I’m being blackmailed.”
    Her mouth actually dropped open, and she pulled him to a stop. “What?”
    “Technically, we both are, because someone has video footage from the security cameras at The Bean Gallery.”
    She scoffed, shook her head. “No, that’s not possible.”
    “Then it’s a damn convincing fake, because it sure looked like us. I received the video with a demand for money unless I wanted the video leaked. And I don’t.”
    She said nothing for several beats, then turned away. “Who can blame you?”
    The note of dejection in her voice caught him completely off guard. “Shelby—” He had to run to catch up to her and grabbed her hand, pulling her to stop. “Hey, the reason I don’t want it leaked has nothing to do with you.”
    She arched a brow. The ring there glinted in the neon of a sign promoting a burlesque show. “Oh no?”
    “No!” When she remained unconvinced, he pushed out a breath. He had not expected this, hadn’t expected the hurt she was trying so hard to shrug off. He closed his hands around her shoulders and waited until she met his gaze. “Look, I’m in the middle of a very delicate negotiation and any…indiscretion on my part will ruin it.” And possibly ruin both DMW Systems and Wilde Security in the process. He needed this deal to keep both of his companies going, but telling her on this busy street felt too much like exposing his jugular and inviting everyone to come slice it open, so he kept his mouth shut.
    “Indiscretion?” she echoed.
    He winced. He was screwing this all up, wasn’t he? “Uh, not that I think what we’ve done is, but—”
    “Forget it.” She shook her head. “I know you’re way out of my league and tonight and the other night—they were lapses of judgment on your part. I get it, really. So what can I do to help?”
    “Nothing. I only told you about it to warn you. If that video or the photos I received earlier tonight go public—it could tarnish your reputation as well.”
    She snorted. “Oh, Hershey. You can’t tarnish something that was never polished to begin with.”
    “Stop.” He caught her chin between his fingers before she turned away. “Someone massively fucked with your head, didn’t they?”
    Her lips tightened, and stubbornness shone in every line of her face. “I’m stating the obvious. Everyone might think I live out in la-la land, but I’m a realist. I know what I am. I know what you are. ‘Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet.’”
    Surprise coursed through him, and he dropped his hand. “ The Ballad of East and West. Kipling.”
    Color stained her cheeks. “I can read. In fact, I enjoy it.”
    He blinked. This woman had the ability to throw him off like nobody he’d ever met. “I-I didn’t mean to insinuate—”
    “Like I said, forget it.” She waved a hand dismissively, turned away, and froze in her tracks. “Oh, shit.”
    Reece followed the direction of her frantic gaze to Baldy, a half a block away…
    And headed right toward them.

Chapter Seven
    “I n here.” Reece ducked into the first available building, dragging Shelby behind him with a hard tug on her hand, and they came face-to-face with Elvis in a black and pink fifties-themed diner. As if that wasn’t surreal enough, a woman in a blue poodle-skirt sat at a table nearby, popping her gum as she tapped out a text on her phone.
    Shelby giggled, and the sound was slightly hysterical even to her own ears. But this was all so ridiculous, and the shell-shocked look on Reece’s face was the cherry on top.
    “Hello,” Elvis said. “Are you here to get married?”
    Reece choked. “Uh, what? Married? No. We’re just…passing through.” He grabbed her