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“I think you should stay with Razor for a while,” Sheriff Armstrong suggests, the same thing he was telling Razor when I exited the bedroom. “You’ll be safer here than you will be at home. It’ll give us time to try to track him down.”
“All of my stuff is at home,” I protest. “I have classes.”
“You’re in school, pretty baby?” Razor asks.
I bob my head in a nod. “I take classes online during the day. I’m trying to finish my graduate degree.”
His expression softens. “We’ll go by your apartment and get everything you need. He won’t interrupt your life any more than necessary or for a moment longer than necessary.”
I chew on my bottom lip, hesitating. If I stay here, there will be no staying out of Razor’s bed for me. I’ll fall into it willingly, eagerly. Already, he’s slipping beneath my defenses and working his way into my heart. I could fall for him so easily.
“I need to know you’re safe, Adalynn,” he murmurs. “I won’t fucking sleep unless I know you’re safe.”
My resolve wavers, collapsing in on itself.
“Okay,” I agree. “But only until we catch him.”
“Right,” Razor says.
I don’t think he means it. Neither does Bender, judging by the smile on his face.
“Well, that’s settled then,” Sheriff Armstrong mutters, shaking his head. “I’ll get everything dusted for fingerprints to see if we can’t come up with something.” His eyes drift to me. “In the meantime, if you think of anyone that could be behind this, I want you to give me a call.”
“I barely know anyone here,” I mutter. “I just moved here two months ago. I work at the bar. I explore around town. That’s it.”
“Check out her boss,” Razor growls.
I blink wide eyes at him, a laugh burbling from my lips. “Roger? Roger hates me. He isn’t trying to date me.”
Sheriff Armstrong’s brows pull down. “What do you mean he hates you?”
“Maybe that’s the wrong word. I just mean I’m not his favorite person,” I mutter, my cheeks heating. “Um, he prefers his bartenders to look a certain way, and I don’t fit the bill.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Razor demands.
“It means I’m not the right size in his opinion.” I scowl at him. “But thank you for making me say that out loud.”
“What the fuck?” Razor and Bender growl at the same time.
I throw my hands up. “He thinks men drink more when the bartenders are attractive. And the more they drink, the better the bar does.” I squirm in humiliation. “Can we please be done with this conversation now?” I’ve never been insecure about my weight, but that doesn’t mean I want to repeat Roger’s opinions about it to three men who look like they spend plenty of time in a gym, either. My boss is an asshole, but I highly doubt he’s the one stalking me.
“Deal with him,” Razor says, turning a deadly look on Bender. “Or I will. And you’ll be bailing my ass out of jail when I do.”
“Consider him handled,” Bender says, as grim-faced and tense as Razor.
“If either of you ends up in jail, I’m leaving you there,” Sheriff Armstrong mutters without heat. I think he agrees with them about Roger, though. He doesn’t look very thrilled with my boss either.
Razor grunts in response before turning those blue eyes back on me. “Your boss is a fucking idiot,” he growls. “Every goddamn man in that bar couldn’t keep their eyes off of you last night, Adalynn. You’re not just beautiful. You’re the kind of perfect that men kill to keep.”
I… Oh, my.
The sincerity in his voice sears me. The same is stamped across his face. He means every word he said.
“Thank you,” I whisper, staring up at him as my heart flutters.
I’m in serious, serious trouble with this one.
My sisters are going to lose their minds.
