Page 119 of Forget That Guy
I froze.
“I do,” I breathed. “She’s the wildlife rehab lady in the area. And the woman that took Joe’s senior portraits. What’s going on?”
“The man that you saw at the dog fighting ring. That man, Errol Fuller, followed that woman here from Tuscaloosa. At least, Errol’s used credit cards that leads here. He checked in at the hotel in town. Bought several things at local businesses. According to Apollo, he hasn’t been spotted in town yet. But it’s not surprising because he’s ex-CIA like me. He’d know how to hide.”
“Fuck,” I growled. “Guess that means that we won’t be seeing the last of him.”
Silas groaned. “Sadly, probably not.”
“You got anything else on him?” Denver asked.
“Not a damn thing,” he answered. “He’s good. There’s a reason he was in the CIA. I knew of him, had seen him around a bit. But when I was there, he was scarce, which only seems suspicious now that I’m looking for him.”
Denver grumbled darkly under his breath. “Nothing’s ever easy, is it?”
Silas scoffed. “No, it’s not. If I get more, I’ll keep you updated.”
He hung up before Denver could reply.
“You think we need to worry about him?” I asked.
Denver looked contemplative for a long moment before he said, “Not yet. But I don’t like that he’s here. It screams trouble.”
I agreed.
Later that night, as I lay in bed with Denver wrapped around me like a second skin, I asked him, “You’re okay with not having any more kids, aren’t you?”
He paused in his stroking of my backside. “More than. You’re okay with that?”
“Yeah,” I breathed. “I like yours.”
He chuckled. “That’s good. Because they’re not going anywhere.”
I ran my fingers through the hair on his chest. “And about to add a grandbaby to the mix.”
He groaned. “Don’t remind me.”
“That baby will have you wrapped around their finger.”
He didn’t deny it.
I was almost asleep when he said, “How do you feel about marriage?”
“I’m not in a rush,” I admitted. “But maybe someday.”
He squeezed me tight. “Okay, maybe someday.”
EPILOGUE
I have a name, asshole.
—Jessie’s Girl
DENVER
Ten years later
“Grams!”
