“How’s the apartment hunting going?” Flynn asked.
“I just started, but I rejected the first place based on the exterior of the building.”
“What was wrong with it?”
“I don’t know. I just had a feeling. I didn’t like it.”
“Whatever makes you happy. I mean that.”
I went all warm and gooey. “Thanks. I won’t buy without your approval though.”
He chuckled. “I didn’t really call to discuss apartments.”
The car pulled to a stop, but I didn’t make a move to get out. “Why did you call?”
Flynn paused. “Jack Rhodes is refusing to back down.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s talking to people. The wrong kind of people—about me and my affiliations.”
I went on high alert. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“And you haven’t done anything about it,” I stated.
“Yet.”
“Why? Jack running his mouth is dangerous and he needs to be stopped.”
“I agree. I was hoping you might be the one to speak to him,” Flynn said. “Before I do.”
Flynn’s method of speaking would be a bit more violent.
“You think he’ll listen to me?” I asked.
“I think there’s a better shot of getting him to keep his mouth shut if you remind him of your history.”
“He could’ve remembered that at any moment,” I pointed out. “He still talked.”
“Barrett.” He growled. “Silence him.”
Or I will.
The words went unspoken, but I knew they were there.
“All right, I’ll talk to him.”
We hung up, and I stared at my cell phone for a moment before telling the driver, “Change of plans.”
With a cool nod, I walked past Jack Rhodes’s receptionist who sputtered in indignation. Not bothering to knock, I pushed his office door open. Luckily, he was alone.
“Barrett!”
“Hello, Jack.” I loomed in front of his desk.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Jack’s peeved secretary said. “I couldn’t—”
