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“Jenny’s death would have to look like an accident. I’d give it another two weeks to blow over. But if Jenny filed a lawsuit, I think they’d settle so fast it would make her head spin. She’d be a rich woman, and they’d have her sign an airtight NDA, and they could go public with a final statement to the press. I don’t see how the company would want her dead.”
“But, she hasn’t sued, and it’s been weeks,” Brax pointed out.
“Therein lies the problem.”
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“Somebody tried to kill me!”
Jenny could not remember ever being so pissed off. Not even when her mother had died and left her alone in her childhood home with George Rivers. It hadn’t been logical to be mad at her mother for dying, but as she ducked her father’s slaps, fists, and kicks, she’d been beyond logic. Anger had just welled up. Kind of like today.
“Eat,” Brax said as he pushed her plate of food toward her across the kitchen table.
“I’m too mad to eat.”
“Fainting from hunger is not going to help you find out what is going on.”
Jenny squinted and gave Brax an assessing look. “You know something, don’t you?”
“If you eat your eggs, I’ll tell you what I know.”
“I’m not a child.”
“No, you’re not. Trust me, I in no way think of you as a child. I do, however, worry about you. So, for my piece of mind, would you please eat? You slept through dinner.”
Jenny saw nothing but concern on his face and felt herself melt. The last person who had really cared about her like Brax did was her college roommate, Tina.
Damn, I need to call her.
“Okay, I’ll eat, but you better fess up to everything when I’m done,” Jenny said as she pulled her plate closer and picked up her fork.
“As long as you take your medicine as well.”
“I don’t need anything. I’m fine. I don’t hurt.”
Brax shook his head. “I can’t believe that you can look me straight in the eye and lie to me like that. This does not bode well for our marriage.”
The orange juice that she had just sipped went down the wrong tube and she started to cough…and cough. It took a long minute for her to recover. “Did you say marriage? Are you licking lizards again?”
“Nope, I just like to plan things out. Obviously, we were meant to be together, and the next step is marriage. Be happy I haven’t gotten to the procreation stage.”
She didn’t know what to say, so she just stared at the madman sitting across from her.
“Your eggs are getting cold.”
“How do you expect me to eat when you’re spouting off nonsense like this?”
“I’m not spouting nonsense. I’m giving you something to think about besides someone shoving you into the street. Now eat up.”
“You’re crazy, you know that?”
“I defuse bombs for a living. I’ve been called crazy more than once in my life.”
She already knew he was an explosive ordnance disposal technician, along with a couple of other skillsets that boggled her mind. Frankly, they scared her, and she tried not to think too much about them. Of course, those skills, and the skills of his other teammates had rescued her and kept her alive, so she really ought to be grateful, not scared.
Jenny sighed and started in on her eggs. “Hey, wait a minute. What did you do to make these eggs come out so nice and fluffy? Mine never come out like this?”
“Add a tiny bit of milk and flour. Works like a charm.”
