Free Burning Ultimatum (Trevor's Harem #4) by Aubrey Parker Page A

it look like he’s imagining himself eating me out right now.  
    “Not right now, Logan.”  
    “But later?” His smirk grows. Under different circumstances, I might be attracted to Logan. I like confidence, and men who have zero interest in my desires versus their own. And right now, despite everything, Logan seems confident that he can bed me if I’ll grant him five minutes to try.  
    “I’m the queen of restraint, haven’t you heard?”  
    He looks puzzled. He’s wearing jeans, boots, and a long-sleeve, untucked Friday casual dress shirt that’s been taken in a bit at the waist. It looks like a slightly preppy clubbing outfit.  
    “No. What happened?”  
    “Never mind.”  
    “So, hey, look. Who’s Linda Fiori?”  
    I almost hit an approaching corner. Then I stop, dumbstruck.  
    “What did you say?”  
    “Linda Fiori. Do you know her?”
    Okay, this hallway’s lost its oxygen. I’m sure I’m about to asphyxiate and Logan will defile my corpse.
    I control the panic threatening to infiltrate my voice.  
    “Why do you ask?”  
    “She’s all over your LiveLyfe profile. Tony’s been monitoring all the contestants’ profiles, to make sure nobody goes unanswered if they tag one of you and are like, ‘Hey, where are you? Should I call the police?’ But now this lady is tagging you constantly. Is she a stalker or something?”
    Why aren’t there chairs in the hallway? Aren’t there ever old people here who get tired on a long walk from one end to another?  
    This has to be a coincidence. A cruel, fate-puts-its-finger-up-your-ass coincidence.
    “It might just be some asshole screwing with you,” Logan continues, far more casual about this crisis than I feel. “Because it’s a brand-new account. Like, she joined just yesterday.”  
    “What’s she saying?”  
    “Everything. ‘Hi, Bridget, how’s it going?’ or ‘I’m here with Jenny, and we miss you!’”  
    “ Jenny ?”  
    “And a lot about her move. She’s moving, I guess. ‘I sure wish you and Brandon were here to help me move the antique armoire!’”  
    Linda has an antique armoire. Jenny told me about it.  
    “Or, ‘I can’t wait to be out of Miami. It’s too hot here.’ And a lot about how excited she is to get to Plymouth, Michigan. Like she’s doing a research report, sharing photos of the ‘great lakes’ nearby, hiking trails near her new house that she’s eager to walk on, whatever. Why anyone would be excited to move from Florida to Michigan, I can’t imagine.”
    I look at Logan. He’s totally oblivious, but I feel like my eyes must be big as saucers.  
    “Plymouth, Michigan?”
    “I know, right?”  
    I can’t exactly text Onyx to ask where he’s relocating Linda and Jenny. But I’m suddenly 100 percent sure the chatter on my LiveLyfe page is accurate.  
    “So do you know?” He looks suddenly shamefaced, as if this man who will walk up to a girl bent over to pick up paper and smack her with his dick has suddenly become embarrassed, sure he’s stepped over propriety’s bounds by sniffing my social media profiles. “I mean, it’s your business. I just wondered if you wanted Tony to send something back. You know, to let her know you’re doing okay and will talk to her when you’re done with your … vacation, I guess.”
    “Linda. Linda Fiori,” I repeat.  
    “Yeah. Except that she says she hates when you call her that and wishes you’d call her by her new name like she’s told you a thousand times.”  
    Logan smiles as if he’s in on the joke, but I feel all the blood drain from my body.  
    Kylie.  
    She’s moved from threat to reality.  
    She’s telling the world about my mother and sister’s relocation and new identities, one visitor to my LiveLyfe profile at a time.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Daniel

    I hear the shouting before I reach the Great Room. Trevor falls into step beside me, and we exchange an awkward glance. Realistically, I know Trevor and Bridget did