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only her underwear and bra. “I left my bags down here.” She
plucked them off the kitchen table and leaned toward the vase of
red and white roses in the center of it. The way her ass curved in
those slinky panties, made his mouth water and his shaft lunge
toward her.
    “I’ll be right down. And thanks for the
flowers.” She hauled her bags out of the room and up the
stairs.
    Trey’s brow wrinkled as he looked at the
vase.
    The forkful of food Garret had been about to
put into his mouth dropped back onto his plate. “You bring her
flowers?”
    “No.” Trey glanced at him. “You didn’t
either, huh?”
    He shook his head and set down his plate.
Searching through the greenery, he didn’t find a card.
    Trey went to the trashcan and pulled out a
box, cellophane, and a ribbon. “Fuck.”
    His gut dropped. “Who the hell...”
    Megan’s booted footsteps sounded on the
steps.
    Trey stuffed the trash back into the can.
“Let’s not get her worried if it’s nothing.”
    “Yeah. You two go on your ride. I’ll tell
security to be on high alert, just in case. I’ll question Inez and
the security guard in the receiving shack.” The building stood by
the main road, and nobody and nothing got by it without
approval.
    “Check the video of today’s deliveries. It
should show who brought them.” Trey looked like he wanted to take
charge of the investigation.
    “I got this, brother.” He stepped closer and
lowered his voice. “Take your sat phone so I can let you know what
I find out.” The satellite phone was the only way to reach someone
once they left the area right around the ranch buildings.
    “If he found her because of that tabloid in
Chicago...” Trey rubbed his temple.
    “Let’s not jump, brother.”

Chapter Eight
    Megan entered the room, her boots clomping on
the tile floor. “What are you two so deep in conversation about?”
She set her new red hat on the bench by the door and hiked up her
new work jeans. She’d thrown a red plaid long-sleeved shirt over
her tank top.
    Garret forced a grin. “Plannin’ what we’re
gonna do to you tonight. All night.”
    She laughed and stepped in between them.
“Keep it a secret. I want to be surprised.”
    Trey met his gaze above her head.
    Garret nodded. The second they were out the
door, he’d be on it. As he got plates for Megan to fill for herself
and Trey, Garret thought back to the decision he’d been trying to
make before they came downstairs. Hell, he didn’t have to go to New
Zealand to play a detective. He’d be doing it live, right here on
the Silver Spur.
    Dinner almost had Garret forgetting about the
weird flowers, with Megan asking questions about the ranch and
horseback riding. When she and Trey left, a backpack of water
bottles and snacks over his brother’s shoulder, Garret waited until
the ATV carried them over the bridge toward the horse barn before
digging in the trash.
    The box didn’t have a florist’s name on it,
but there was a card that had the names “Megan” and “Silver Spur”
scribbled on it. Strange.
    Grabbing his hat and keys, he opened the door
from the kitchen into the garage. The light snapped on. He smiled.
His dark blue convertible sat at the end, past Trey’s new
pickup.
    Hell, this wasn’t a joy ride. He leaned back
into the kitchen and hung his keys on their assigned hook, then
pressed the button to open the garage door. He’d take Trey’s new
truck for a test-drive and save the sleek sports car for a night
out with Megan.
    His first stop was Inez’s house. She welcomed
him with cookies and coffee. “I received the box of flowers from
the security man, the cute one with the space between his
teeth?”
    Garret shrugged. “If you say so.” He bit into
one of her amazing peanut butter chocolate chip cookies and sipped
dark, bitter coffee. “There was no note? Nothing else?”
    “No.” She sat forward on her chair, looking
worried. “Is something wrong?”
    He didn’t want to upset her, but she