Page 86 of Jameson’s Salvation

“Babe, did you hear me telling you I was running for my life? I wasn’t lying. Duke just licks people. You need a snarly bitch that’s not afraid to bite.”

“Maybe we should talk about this while you’re not on speaker phone and Chasin and Kennedy aren’t listenin’.”

“For the record, I agree with Nix. Duke’s a great dog, but damn if he’s not friendly.”

“Just sayin’, McKenna, I’d feel a lot better when I have to go out of town knowin’ there was a dog in the house that would actually scare someone off.”

“Can we please get back to why I called?” McKenna asked, clearly over the dog conversation.

Though now I was thinking about getting a dog and wondered what Jameson would think of the idea. We’d never talked about animals or if he liked them. If I did get a dog, I want it to live inside. I didn’t see a point of having one if I was going to make it stay outside. And I wouldn’t want it to live in a crate in the house either.

“Oh, hell, now we have to wait. Reggie’s making a call to Gary.”

I glanced at McKenna’s screen and in the corner, there was an open application displaying the number Reggie was calling. I still couldn’t believe how easy it was for her to hack into his phone.

“Yes?” Gary answered.

“We have a problem,” Reggie announced.

“No. You have a problem and by the call I’m assuming you’re making it mine.”

Gary did not sound happy.

“I can assure you it is our problem. His name is Chasin Murray. Kennedy Lane is ready to sell and the only thing standing in our way is her boyfriend who’s now playing bodyguard.”

“He thinks I’m Jameson. Idiot,” Chasin noted.

“I told you he was a problem the first time he was at that bitch’s house. I’ll handle him. But next time I tell you something, fucking listen. And you’d better have her signature by business end tomorrow!” Gary shouted.

The call disconnected and I was stunned.

“Did Reggie just order a hit on Chasin?” Nixon asked.

“Sure did,” Chasin answered.

“Why are you smiling?” I snapped.

“Because he played right into my hands. I could’ve told Faye anything. Instead I told her who I was and that I worked for you, knowing Reggie was a dumbass and he’d bite,” Chasin explained.

“Gary is going to try and kill you!” I screeched.

Jameson walked into the conference room back from wherever he’d been working, made his way to my side, and put his arm around me.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“Chasin’s crazy, that’s what’s going on,” I told him.

My heart was thundering in my chest. The thought of anyone getting hurt because of me hurt my heart. I couldn’t live with myself.

Chasin filled Jameson in and when he was done, Jameson was smiling, too.

“Good work,” Jameson commended.

“Are you crazy?” I asked.

Jameson didn’t answer, but his entire body went rigid, then his arm around me tightened to near crushing. When I tried to wiggle away, he held firm.

“Nixon, get to the office, now!” Chasin growled, then for an odd reason he stepped toward me and Jameson. “Lock it down, Grant.”