Page 68 of Hard to Handle
Of course, that made sense to me, too.If Amy went public and the guy stopped making his attempts, it would be Amy’s word against his, and Kelly Jackson would likely walk around a free man indefinitely.After all, he was the chief of police.People respected him.Granted, they didn’t know he was a monster who should be locked up indefinitely.
And right now, Madison said her brother wanted enough evidence to stick the asshole with multiple charges of attempted murder as well as the murder charges for the man’s two dead wivesandthe police detective.
I just didn’t want the man to succeed in taking someone else out, and based on his actions, the asshole was bound to get lucky at some point.Then again, if the mafia was after him…
“Holy shit!”Wolfe yelled when he stepped into the shop.“Did hell freeze over and I didn’t get the memo?”
I flipped my cousin off, which earned me a grin from both Amy and Wolfe.Copenhagen took off at a trot over to the new arrivals, eager for some attention.
Watching the pair, I grinned when Wolfe pulled Amy against him, their lips coming together.
“Hey,” I called out.“None of that kissy-face shit in here.”
Wolfe and Amy chuckled as she kissed him quickly before turning to go up the stairs.
“I think there’s a rule somewhere that says once you move in with someone, that shit stops,” I continued.
“Not in my world, it don’t,” Wolfe noted.“And you wanna tell me why your happy ass is here before the sun’s up?”
“Bored,” I said, standing up and leaning against the steel beam.The second I touched the damn thing, the memory of me holding Reagan right here, my fingers buried in her silky heat, assaulted me.That seemed like a million years ago and it had been less than forty-eight hours.
“You get a hold of anyone yesterday?”Wolfe asked as he moved closer.
Shaking off the erotic thoughts of Reagan, I let Wolfe’s question sink in.He had to be referring to the crew I was wrangling together to get started on the rebuild of Reagan’s bar.The favors I had called in.
I nodded.“I did.Harlow’s gonna loan us his equipment.Got Ben and Ed headin’ over this mornin’ to clear the lot.”
Wolfe frowned.
“Don’t worry,” I told my cousin.“I talked to Rhys.He gave me the go-ahead.Just said we couldn’t touch the propane tank, or what’s left of it, anyway, until he signed off on the investigation.”Something about ongoing bullshit that I knew wouldn’t matter anyway.They weren’t going to find anything, but apparently, Rhys had to do his due diligence to make everyone happy.“You get a hold of Ron?”
Wolfe nodded.“He’s sendin’ over a couple of dumpsters this mornin’.Said he’d be able to pick ’em up later today.”
“Perfect.”I had spent the better part of yesterday evening on the phone, recruiting people to help clear the remains of Reagan’s bar so we could start the rebuild.
“She know yet?”
I shrugged.I hadn’t told Reagan that we were starting the demolition on the remains of the old building so we could get the new one underway.I'd heard her mention calling the insurance company this morning, and she’d seemed extremely stressed, so I hadn’t wanted to add to that.
“How’re things goin’ with … you know?”
Cocking one eyebrow, I waited for my cousin to elaborate.
“With you and Reagan?”
Shaking my head, I turned to get back to work.I didn’t want to talk about Reagan and me right now.For one, I had no fucking clue where we stood.It seemed she’d turned this thing between us into a friendship.And with all the shit going on, I wasn’t sure how to move things in the right direction.The only thing I could do was help her out and wait for her to come around.
Wolfe chuckled and I spun around to look at him.
“Man, you got it bad.”
My middle finger automatically went up, but I couldn’t hide my smile.
“You up for breakfast in a bit?”Wolfe asked, thankfully changing the subject.
“Hell yeah.”
“Cool.Give me some time to get shit ready for the day and we’ll head over.”
