Free Temptation, The Complete Serial Series 1-4 (The Temptation Serial Series) by Casey L. Bond

thought they knew it all. Riley, whom they thought was hot on the case, was an amateur. Of course he did figure out the Hunter symbol, given to me by my grandfather, which had belonged to his grandfather. But even with that, he would never be able to determine my identity. However, I would have to be more careful with the gifts I bestowed upon Brooklyn.
    I needed to find her, to tell her how I felt about her and make her mine.
    So I listened.
    I heard Shane ask Morgan about their location. “Where is this place, Sin?”
    She hesitated. “It’s not too far. Just a little over an hour and a half. It’s a very small town and Brook seems to really like it. I think it’s what she needed the most; just a break from everything in Vegas.”
    The men never pressed her for the town’s name or questioned her further.
    Shane asked her to stay in the city for another day or so with him and she agreed quickly, warning that she had to go shopping for paint and supplies. No doubt those were for Brooklyn.
    Slipping out of the restaurant after settling my bill, I made my way outside to the rental Morgan had arrived in. Inside the inner pocket of my jacket was a tiny device. Reaching beneath the underside of her bumper, I felt the magnet adhere and proceeded to my car. Their conversation may not have led me to her, but Morgan would in just a few short days.

 
    My cell phone vibrated in my bra, so I went for it. I thought Colt was too busy lifting heavy stuff to notice, but he apparently saw me and wore that ever-present southern boy smirk on his face. It was a good look on him. Sigh.
    The text was from Morg.
    Staying in the city for a couple of days until supplies can be shipped here
    Me: Is that code for Shane flew in to see you?
    Morg: He’s so romantic
    Me: And horny
    Morg: And horny. LOL!
    Me: Lucky bitch
    Morg: ;)
    Colt Stone was a ninja, stealthy like a cat. He snuck up behind me and was reading my conversation with Morgan. “Excuse me!”
    He just chuckled. “You havin’ a dry spell, sweetheart? I can probably find someone to help you out in that area.”
    Willy coughed back a laugh.
    “Shut up, Willy. You’re supposed to be on my side. We bonded today, remember?”
    “I like your hair,” Colt said, surprising me. “I liked the long blonde, but this is more you.”
    “More me?”
    “Yeah. Sexy, a bit sassy and dangerous.”
    I snorted. “That’s what I was going for. Make sure you thank your girlfriend for me. She did a helluva job.”
    Colt stiffened. “Lynn cut your hair?”
    Willy straightened his back and started toward the pair of us like a referee, arms slightly extended, as if they would keep us from tearing each other apart. The thing was, he didn’t need to worry. My beef wasn’t with Colt; it was with his girlfriend. And I was going to find many, many ways to make her wish she had never butchered my hair. “I helped, too,” Willy added with a nervous smile.
    I gave Willy a hug, dropping my box of Lucky Charms on the ground in the process. “And I love you for that. That’s what friends are supposed to do. They’re supposed to be there for one another in happy times and in the times when you want to kick scissor-happy bitches in the lady bits.”
    Colt smiled questioningly. “Lady bits?”
    “True story. Thanks, Willy. Anyway. . . I guess you fellas didn’t need backup after all.”
    Colt puffed his chest up and scoffed. “Backup. We’ve got this. Right, Willy?”
    Willy smiled and shook his head, but agreed, “Whatever you say, boss.”
    As my front door’s hinge squealed out into the night, I turned and yelled, “Hey Willy, is that pool okay to swim in now?”
    “Yes ma’am, and I, for one, can’t wait to see you in a bathing suit!”
    A stiff swat from Colt had the old man rubbing his bicep. “What’d I say?” he asked his boss.
     
     

    The back of my hand met Willy’s arm. He pursed his lips and grabbed his bicep, asking, “What’d I say?”
    “You said you wanted to see her