Page 30 of Possessive Bodyguard Summer

A humorless laugh left my mouth. "Obviously."

“We got a hit on the plate for that motorcycle.”

Every muscle in my body went still. “What did you find?”

“That's the thing. The plate doesn't belong to the bike.”

Of course it didn't. Men like Kael Mercer didn't make stupid mistakes like using their own plates on a bike if they were doing some kind of surveillance.

“Stolen?”

“Not exactly. Registered to a woman in Tampa. Mid-fifties. Owns a Honda Shadow.”

I frowned. “So the plate was cloned.”

“Yeah.”

“Any idea how long this guy’s been in town?”

“Working on it now. I had one of our guys pull traffic footage from the area around your house, the grocery store and the preschool. The motorcycle showed up more than once.”

My jaw tightened. Monroe really wasn’t being paranoid.

“Three passes yesterday. Two today.”

Fuck.

Someone was watching her…while she was taking care of my daughter.

“How close?”

“What do you mean?”

“How close did this asshole get to Monroe? To Kaleigh?”

“Clay.”

“Sloane.”

I heard him sigh through the phone.

“Close enough that I think there’s a legit cause for concern.”

I walked out of the gym and into the living room, checking the front window even though I knew there was nothing there.

“What do you know about Devil’s Ridge out of Colorado?”

Sloane paused for a second and I can hear clicking on a keyboard in the background. “You think they’re somehow involved in this? All the way down here?”

“If it’s not them, then they’re working with an affiliated club in the area.”

“I’m not saying I don’t believe you, but how do you know?”

I blew out a breath and told Sloane exactly what Monroe had told me.

I blew out a breath and told Sloane exactly what Monroe had told me.

Not every detail. Not the way her voice cracked when she admitted she thought I would ask her to leave or the way shelooked at me like I was the judge deciding whether she got to stay.