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“That’s why I haven’t told him yet. He already has one guy following me around.”
“He does?”
“Yep. I was annoyed at first, but we’re actually friends now. He’s nice.”
I laugh, until the seriousness of the matter comes back to mind. “I don’t want to have to do this, Paige, but if you don’t tell him, I might have to.”
“I figured. And if I’m honest, maybe it’s better coming from you.”
“Whatever you need. I’m here for you.”
“Likewise. Now let’s eat this chocolate and forget about our worries for a few minutes.” She produces a second bar and waves it around like it’s the most wonderful gift in the world, and right now, it is.
“That sounds perfect to me. Thank you, Isaac.”
Chapter Forty-Eight
SALVATORE
Ipace the floor of my office, my eyes on the field as the guys practice, my mind in New York while I chat with Austin, my private investigator.
“I don’t know how we get around this without doing anything illegal, Sal,” he tells me, sighing into the phone.
We’ve been trying to come up with ways of proving the Mikklesons are behind the attacks on D’Angelo Construction, but so far, we haven’t come up with anything concrete.
“You know my answer to that, Austin. If we break the law, that gives them more leverage.”
“Only if we get caught.” I imagine him shrugging and groan. “I’ll keep thinking, but for now, I’ve got a tail on the two of them, and I’ve reached out to a contact of mine that knows a few of their friends. I’ll see if he can get someone into their inner circle. I can’t guarantee it though, because they’re keeping that circle tight now that the trial is set to begin.”
“Thanks, Austin. I appreciate your help. Let’s talk soon.”
“Yep. I’ll be in touch.”
With my eyes closed, I lean back in my chair and count to ten. I shouldn’t have to worry about the Mikklesons right now. I’ve got Keeley to focus on. I should be there. I hadn’t even planned on coming into the office at all today. I only left Keeley alone to plan a surprise for her, until Camilla called. She’s convinced that Marc’s being followed now too, and wants me to do something about it before their focus shifts to Paige.
“Marc and I can handle ourselves,” she’d told me. “But if they come after Paige, I’m going to break your balls.”
And I have no doubt she’d do just that.
It’s a fun time to be me at the moment. I’ve got my ex blowing up my phone and my new girlfriend threatening me with violence because she’s bored out of her mind.
I know how to fix the latter. As for Camilla, I’m struggling.
Though I’m not worried about Paige. She’s protected here.
After stopping past Wes’s office to make sure Vance is still locked in for our “meeting” tomorrow, I head back to Keeley’s around four p.m. prepared for another attack.
Only when I get there, the apartment is quiet, and Keeley’s nowhere to be seen.
My heart races as I push through the bedroom door, checking to see if she’s napping. She’s not.
“Keels. Where are you?”
“In here,” she calls out from the bathroom and I relax, laughing at myself. It’s not like she can go far.
“I’ll be in the living room if you need anything.”
“Actually, can you come in?”
