Free Kit & Rogue (The Sons of Dusty Walker) by Sable Hunter, The Sons of Dusty Walker Page B

from one pile. Dave had sent it to Sheila. The hearts and flowers on the front made her sad. “I guess it’s hard to really know a person. He fooled me too.”
    They talked awhile longer. Kit didn’t tell her mother about the missing horse, she didn’t want to add to Sheila’s worry. Between the Sheriff and Rogue, they’d handle it the best way they could. “I’ll see you later, Mom. I’m headed over to my house to unpack, then I’m going into town to see Rogue.”
    “Is he fitting in at D. Walker Mineral?” her mother asked as she stood by the driver’s side door of Kit’s truck.
    “Yes, I think so. I haven’t spent much time with his brothers yet, but if they are anything like him, they’re good men. I know he wants to develop a relationship with them, that’s more important to him than the company itself. He’s just having to change habits of a lifetime. His relationship with his father was a difficult one.”
    “I realize that. I don’t approve of everything Dusty did, he hurt his wife in his quest to have heirs–but he did have a good heart. I’m sure Rogue is just like him in that respect.”
    Kit nodded. “Take care, Mom. I’ll call you later.” Her mother lifted a hand in farewell. As she drove off, Kit wondered at both Jack and her mother comparing Rogue and his father. She hadn’t known Dusty well, but she did know Rogue. He would never hurt her–of that she was certain.
     
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    “Being certain of something, doesn’t make it so.” Rogue got up from his desk at D. Walker Mineral to shut his office door. What he had to say wasn’t appropriate for ladies’ ears. “Listen to me, sir. I have perfect fuckin’ credit. I did not put those damn charges on my credit card and I have never been late on a payment in my life.” He listened for a second, then replied. “Shit no, I don’t get a fuckin’ bill, I have the account set up for automatic debits from my bank account.”
    Rogue stopped to let the other man talk. Pacing around the room, he listened. “What the fuck?” He went to his desk, sat down and turned on the laptop. After a few clicks, he yelled. “Son of a bitch!” A few people out in the lobby area turned to look, but he ignored them. “No, I don’t know what’s happening. I’ve got to contact my lawyer and see what the hell’s going on.”
    Slamming down the phone, he made a few more clicks. There was no doubt about it. His personal bank account was…empty. Checks that he hadn’t written, withdrawals that he hadn’t made had cleaned him out. Angry and frustrated, Rogue picked up the phone again, giving Zane a call. In a few seconds, he answered.
    “I wondered when I’d hear from you, Walker.”
    “Well, I need to talk to you. I’ve got problems.”
    “I’m aware. Elijah and I are on our way, we’re actually in Kansas City waiting on a small charter to bring us to Red Creek.”
    This surprised Rogue. “Wait. How did you know about the credit card and my bank account?” There was some noise on the line. Rogue could hear Zane and Elijah talking. “What’s going on, Zane?”
    “Look, this isn’t something to talk about on the phone. Just give us a bit. We’ll be there in a little while. Are you in town or…” Zane hesitated, and Rogue jumped in.
    “I’m at D. Walker, I’ll wait on you.” Rogue slammed the phone down. He felt violated. Someone had stolen from him and he intended to find out who it was.
    A knock on the door caused him to lift his head, it was Abby. “How was the trip?” she asked with a smile.
    The question took him by surprise. He gave a wry laugh. Even though they’d just returned, the cruise seemed like a month ago. It was odd how something could happen and just take the shine off of everything. He took a deep breath, trying to put things in perspective. This was bad, but it was just a mistake–hell, it was just money. He’d straighten it out or he’d make some more. What was important waited for him at