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“I forgot that you’re hungry.” She moved the room phone in front of him. “You choose.”
Logan opened the room service menu, sharing it with her. “I’m having the Angus burger with cheese and bacon and a cold beer. How about you?”
“The beer sounds pretty good, but I’m going with a strawberry shake and the BLT with avocado.” She scrunched up her face. “I should stick to water. Ice cream is so damn fattening.”
“Order what you want.” He kissed her forehead. “We’ll figure out a way to work off those extra calories.”
“I may have two,” she said.
Logan placed their order. “ETA thirty minutes.”
The program opened a file containing account information.
“You did it,” she squealed like a kid at Christmas and threw her arms around him.
Logan’s eyes scanned the page. “Cayman Island Bank. We may have found where he hides his money, but getting any of it back is a challenge, even for the FBI.” Logan clicked on the balance tab. “Son of a bitch. There’s over twelve million in this one stash. I’m betting he’s smart enough to spread his money out in varying countries and banks.”
“I don’t recognize the name on the account.” Elle pointed at the account information.
“Who is Cheyenne Forrester?” Logan clicked on account information.
“That’s Brandon Ethridge’s home address.”
Logan growled. He retrieved his laptop and booted it up. “Let’s see what we can learn about her.” He entered the information in his system and started a background check.
The Internet slowed to a crawl. “Oh, my God,” Elle complained. “This is as bad as dial-up.”
Logan went to the curtains and drew them back. The snow was falling at a blinding pace. The landscape was covered in white. “I’ll call Eric and ask him to look into Cheyenne Forrester.”
“Really?” Elle’s arms slid around his waist. Her cheek rested between his shoulder blades. “He’ll ask about me.”
“That you can be sure of.”
“What will you tell him?” A touch of nerves had shadowed her words.
Logan turned in her arms. “That you are being very helpful, not taking chances, and that we’ve come up with a plan to make me Brandon’s new target.”
“That’s all?”
“I’m not going to tell your brother about us over the phone. Eric deserves better.” Logan leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. “So do you.”
“That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“You sure? I seem to remember telling you how beautiful you looked in your pink prom dress.”
“You remember that?” Her cheeks flushed pink.
“Like it was last night. Every head turned when you and Carl Winston walked in together.” The memory of Elle being manhandled by that prick, flashed in Logan’s mind and sent his blood boiling. “The bastard should’ve had his neck broken.”
Elle rolled her eyes. “I should’ve known Eric had confided in you. Carl expected more than a just a dance. I handled the situation myself. There was no need for Eric to break Carl’s nose.”
Logan held back a chuckle. “That came from me. The thought that he’d put his hands on you drove me nuts.”
“You?” Elle stiffened in his arms. “How did I not know this?”
“You were my best friend’s sister. Eric got bent out of shape anytime I so much as looked at you.”
“He had no right.”
