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to draft the bogus document to get her out of the
house,” Bridger says with a careless shrug to his shoulders.
“Could be Samuel’s real attorney drafted it, the signed
one is in Vegas, and the son had a copy here. He asked the attorney to
enforce it, and the lawyer did so moronically without seeing the
signed copy.”
    “I’m
betting there’s not a signed copy,” Woolf chimes in. “The
mere fact she’s been given the run around… I bet they’re
just hoping she gets tired of waiting for an answer and will go
away.”
    “Well, that’s
not happening,” I say with a growl as I lean forward in my
chair. “No fucking way.”
    I don’t
miss both Bridger and Woolf’s eyebrows rising as they shoot
each other a smirking look. Ignoring them, I ask, “Any bright
ideas on what I should do? I’m letting her crash at my place
until I can get her on her feet.”
    “Taking up her
cause, huh?” Bridger asks slyly.
    “Something
like that,” I mutter, but then I get distracted as my phone
starts ringing to the tune of Maroon
5’s Wake Up Call .
I roll my eyes without bothering to look at caller ID as that song
tells me all I need to know. I press the decline button, sending
Tarryn to voice mail.
    “Seems to me
you still have your hands full,” Woolf says with a sly grin,
looking down at my phone gripped in my hands.
    “I’ve
got Tarryn handled,” I assure him. Because the only thing to do
with her is ignore her. She’ll eventually get bored and move
on.
    Temporarily at
least.
    “I’ll
give Cat a job off the books as a Fantasy Maker,” Bridger says.
“Under the table, of course.”
    My head immediately
shakes back and forth in denial. “She’s
taking a break from The Silo. She needs a job far away from that
shit.”
    “Come on,
dude,” Woolf says as he swings his feet off his desk and sits
up in his chair. “Catherine was born to be a Fantasy Maker.”
    Maybe my personal
fantasy ,
I think for a brief moment before anger over Woolf’s
innocently callous words overtakes me.
    “That shit’s
off the table,” I snap at him, and he blinks at me in surprise.
“And clearly you two don’t have any helpful advice.”
    I surge up out of
the chair and mutter to Bridger, “Catch
you later.”
    I storm out of the
Double J office but even as my own feet hit the dirt outside, I can
hear Bridger saying, “Wait
up.”
    Turning, I see him
trotting down the steps toward me. “Cut
Woolf some slack,” he says gruffly. “He doesn’t
know.”
    “Know what?”
I ask him, confused and slightly skeptical.
    Bridger’s
head turns slightly, and he gazes out over the open range that
stretches for miles with the Teton Mountains standing tall on the
horizon. When he looks back at me, he scratches at his chin. “Cat…
she forced by her husband to go to The Silo?”
    He worded it as a
question, but I can tell he’s
actually laying it out as a statement he wants verified.
    “Yeah.”
    “That
motherfucker,” Bridger snarls, aiming his cowboy booted foot at
Woolf’s front tire. It slams into the tread and bounces off as
he curses under his breath.
    “Not your
fault,” I tell him just loud enough to penetrate his curses. I
know what he’s feeling right now and it’s guilt, plain
and simple. That Cat was forced to do something she didn’t want
to do. “And her experience isn’t all bad there. It’s
complicated.”
    So fucking
complicated.
    “She want a
job at The Wicked Horse?” Bridger asks.
    I shake my head.
“Still
too close.”
    “Let me think
on it,” Bridger says. “And I’ll also check into
this attorney, but I’m betting he was just paid to enforce a
document that may or may not be legit. Now, can I front Cat some
money?”
    “I’ve
got her covered,” I tell him, because fuck if I’m going
to allow him to ride in and save the day for Cat. I’m not sure
why I have this overwhelming need to protect her and help her. I
mean, I feel for her. I really do. And she’s a great fuck, and
it’s been