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“Yes, ma’am,” Scott said, gobbling up the strip of bacon.

“When does the board choose a recipient of the monies from the paintball event?” Megan was back on task. He liked how focused she could be when necessary.

“Usually a couple months after the bout,” he told her. “No later than August, though.”

Scott’s plate was empty. “If I were a betting man, I’d put my chips on the new Boy’s Ranch the Stone brothers are setting up for Amber’s orphans.”

“You are a betting man,” Gretchen said. “The weekly poker game at the O’Learys’ is something you two never miss.”

“Nor do you,” Scott teased.

“Guilty as charged,” the dear woman answered.

Megan looked at him with her green eyes, which were glistening in the morning light. “What about my old computer? Did you find anything on it?”

Eric shook his head and saw the disappointment spread over her face.

“I know you’ve never said this is connected to Kip in some way, but it is, isn’t it?”

Time to distract her. “Megan, let’s get back to the paintball event. You’re going to have to coordinate with the sheriff and his deputy for security. TBK and O’Leary Enterprises provide additional support on that front, being cosponsors of the event.”

“I’m not an idiot, Eric. Talk to me. What are you guys working on to get to the bottom of all of this mess?”

Scott told her their entire plan before Eric could stop him. “Baby, we’ve put in some code and false information that should smoke out any mole inside TBK.”

“Do you think that will lead you to Kip or whoever is working with him?” The five-year struggle she’d gone through was evident in every sigh. “I’m not even sure he’s still in prison.”

“Who knows where he is?” Eric hated lying to her, knowing full well Kip’s actual location since Dylan’s e-mail. But he felt that was the best course to take with her for now. “Besides, Megan, if the

asshole is in prison there’s no way he’s involved with our issues.” Eric knew better, but didn’t want to add to her worries. He and Scott knew firsthand how capable Kip could be at manipulation, which was only surpassed by the brilliant asshole’s computer skills.

“We’ve got a short list of suspects that we’re going through.” Scott pushed his empty plate forward, and then shot Eric a glance that let him know he, too, wanted to change the subject off of Kip.

“And they are?” Megan wasn’t backing down. He couldn’t blame her after all the hell she’d gone through because of Kip.

“Vicky Bates currently tops the list,” Eric told her. “She’s an exec at our company but has recently gone missing.”

“Did Kip ever work with her?” Megan asked, once again turning the conversation back to the person who had ruined her life.

“Yes,” Scott said. “Kip and Vicky were part of the first group we hired at TBK years ago.”

“Any other questions, sweetheart?” he asked, allowing a hint of irritation to show in his tone.

It was important to keep Megan busy for many reasons, but the most important being to keep her mind off of finding the hacker. That was his and Scott’s job, not hers.

“Just don’t leave me in the dark, guys.”

“Trust us, sweetheart,” he told her. Not a lie but definitely not the truth either. “Now let’s get back to working out the details about the paintball event.”

Megan nodded.

* * * *

Megan walked out the door of The Knight Mansion with Eric. “Is it just me or is the weather getting even better?”

“It is.” Eric was still a mystery to her.

Last night had been the best night of her life. She had lost her virginity to Scott, and in a way to Eric, too. They’d changed her completely. She felt so alive, maybe for the first time in her life. She was still a little sore from her first time. God, it had happened and it had been more than she’d ever dreamed. Of course it was. The Knights were experienced Doms. They knew their way around a woman’s body better than the average man, and probably better than most Doms.

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