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He had no way of contacting her again, and the rodeo didn’t stick around after the one-night show. Most of the competitors and food vendors would have already pulled out of Stone Pass late last night.
Well, they’d had fun while it lasted. It wasn’t often he got a chance to bed an amazing woman—and Trinny definitely was amazing in other ways. He’d meant it when he said not many people would have jumped in to save that kid.
Several of his coworkers were already in the office. Of course Corrine Wynton Modeen would be at her computer, taking calls from people who needed security for various events or their bodyguard services. The cybersecurity division entailed a lot more and was something his brother, Jace, excelled in.
A few years back, Jaren and his brothers had started up their own security company, but shit backfired big-time there. He resolutely twisted his mind from the events that led to them losing a ward they were hired to protect—and then losing their company as a result.
Gripping his mug, he opened the office door. Typically, he was greeted by happy office chatter or some banter between the married couples who worked together here.
Today he felt a rush of loaded energy blasting straight at him. A heavy silence made him stop in the doorway.
“Everybody miss me?” he asked.
All eyes were on him. His boss, Ross Wynton, stood at the far end of the big open office with two of his brothers. Jaren’s own brother, Judd, leveled a look at him that might make one of their younger brothers back in Georgia bolt back out the door, but Jaren was made of tougher stuff.
He closed the door and raised the mug toward his lips. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
They traded looks, and Corrine made a choked noise that had her hubby Michael pounding her on the back.
He lowered the mug without taking a sip of coffee. “What’s going on?”
Corrine gave an astonished shake of her head. “Wow. You really don’t know, do you?”
“Dammit, did I miss my flight? I thought that job in Oklahoma wasn’t for two weeks.”
Ross scrubbed a finger between his brows. “It’s not.”
“So what is it?” He was already done with whatever game they were playing.
Judd wagged his head. “You really can’t stay out of trouble, can you.”
He arched a brow. “Is this about the bull ride? I’m fine. Not even bruised.”
“Not the bull, asshole. You’re all over the news.”
He stared at his brother for a long moment. Corrine swiveled her monitor for him to see the screen, and he moved forward.
His photo was splashed on a news page. Someone had captured the shot of him boosting Trinny over the fence and the boy cradled in one arm. He peered closer at the photo. “Well, look at that. I wondered what happened to the stuffed horse.”
Corrine bobbed her head. “Looks like the kid grabbed it before the woman hauled him off the dirt.”
He yanked Corrine’s computer mouse closer and scrolled down to skim over several other shots of the rescue and his part in it. Trinny scooping the boy off the dirt. Another shot of her fierce expression as she rushed toward the fence with him. A close-up of the boy with dirty streaks of tears down his cheeks.
One photo of the bulls’ hooves spraying dirt over all of them right before they escaped disaster had his gut tightening at the thought of what might have happened if he’d acted even a second slower.
He scrolled past a few more and paused on an image of his arm around Trinny, her long brown hair dusting his forearm.
Now his gut tangled with need. Fuck, pounding his cock into her twice hadn’t been enough to work her out of his system.
Noting that the sudden silence in the office could be sliced and diced with a dull knife, Jaren straightened to face his teammates. “Why is this trouble? I’d think it’s good publicity for the company.”
Ross nodded. “Oh it is. But there’s more.”
Jaren glanced between the three Wynton brothers, to Judd, Michael and finally Corrine. “What’s the problem?”
“It seems,” Corrine said slowly, “that the woman you rescued is a missing heiress.”
Jaren gaped at her, but no amount of staring would help him wrap his head around those two words.
