Page 126 of Cozen

“No.”

And that wasn’t a lie.

“I need you to do that—now,” Jett said firmly. “Go to her place, and get eyes on her. Make sure she is okay, and … not up to something.”

“Jett, I assure you, she is not—”

“Do what I said, and then get to my home to fill me in on everything else. Do not fucking question me this morning, Sargon, I am not in the mood!”

Clearly.

Jett didn’t even let Sargon respond before he hung up the phone.

Fucking wonderful.

It looked like his shower would have to wait.

Jett paced with heavy strides behind the large dark oak desk. He barely even passed Sargon a look as the man entered his office. It was the first time Sargon had ever actually been inside the space during the months that he had worked for the man.

He took in the dark tones, leather furniture, and gold accents around the room. Shelves lined with leather-bound books, and portrait paintings on the walls of men that Sargon suspected to be long-deceased Griffin men if the resemblances were to be trusted.

“Finally,” Jett said.

“I had to wait to get eyes on her, as you wanted,” Sargon said.

Jett waved a hand blindly. “Just … knock on her door!”

“Wouldn’t that be a little … obvious?”

The man stopped pacing. “I beg your pardon?”

“Pardon me for saying this—”

“Don’t preface whatever you’re going to insult me with by trying to excuse it, Sargon. I am not a stupid man.”

All right, then.

“If you think that woman will take kindly to the fact you are having her followed more than you already are, then you are mistaken. Do you think she wouldn’t freak out just a tiny bit to know that you immediately had someone looking for because she left the city? Not to mention, you knew exactly when she got back in?”

Jett swallowed hard, and sat down in the chair behind his desk. “Well—”

“Your purpose of having me approach her, and keep an eye on her, was because you felt I was not threatening to her. You thought she was not scared of me. Do you want me to frighten her? Because knocking on her door shortly after she arrives home from being out of town will definitely do that.”

For the moment, Jett seemed content to agree with Sargon. He considered that as a battle won, of sorts.

At least, for now.

“And you did get eyes on her?” Jett asked.

“Yes, and I even took a picture.”

“Where is it?”

Sargon tipped his head to the side. “You’re quite …” Don’t use obsessed, you stupid fuck. “Well, enamored with her, aren’t you?”

Jett raised a single brow. “I enjoy a good chase, we’ll say. I enjoy ending the chase much more. It’s even better when something as beautiful as her is the prize.”

Something invisible tightened around Sargon’s throat. He forced himself to speak through it. “The picture is on my phone.”