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“I’m saying that I can’t see any of them setting me up just to get rid of me.”
Kellan leans back on the couch. “Keep an eye on them while you’re at work. If any of them act suspicious, it could mean they’re connected to what happened.”
“Or not,” Blake interjects, ever the defense lawyer.
“There’s always the chance the break-in has something to do with the Wakefields’ property and not Lucas’s job,” Troy points out.
I drop my ass onto the couch again and get Blake up to speed about the land we put a bid on and our reasons for wanting it.
“Any idea who else is interested in the land?” Blake asks.
“Kincaid Timber Corporation. Then there’s a couple who wants to build a small lodge and turn it into some romantic mountain getaway.”
Troy taps his knee with his index finger as if sending Morse code. Which he isn’t. Too many typos. “There’s also an environmental group pushing for the land to be left undeveloped.”
Blake’s phone pings. He checks the screen and sighs. “Sorry, guys. I have to get back to the city. The main thing I want you to focus on right now, Lucas, is keeping out of trouble. No fights, no arguments, no anything that can be used against you in court.”
I snort a laugh, and my mouth curls to one side in a Really? smirk.
Blake raises his hands. “Right. Sorry. I just say that out of habit. I know I don’t have to worry about you doing any of those things.” He shoves his notepad into his case. “As soon as I hear about the trial date, I’ll let you know.”
“When do you think that will be?” I ask. “The trial.”
“It’s hard to know right now. It could be in five or six months.”
So about the same time the Wakefields are looking to make the decision about their land.
Fuckity-goddamn-fuck. So I’m left dangling by my fingers from a bridge for the next five or more months, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
Blake pushes himself off the couch, and I walk him to the front door. “Thanks for your help. I don’t know what I would do without you in my corner.”
He briefly glances back to the living room. “Are you going to be okay?” The volume of his voice drops, too low to be heard by my brothers, who are still talking in the other room.
“I’ll be fine.”
“Someone broke into your house, Lucas. It’s okay not to be fine.”
“I’ll be fine.” My tone has the emotion of a dud land mine.
His gaze searches my face, as if gauging how much of a lie made up my reply, and nods. It’s the nod of a man who believes my answer as much as he believes in pixie dust but is willing to let it go for now. “Call me if you need anything.”
“Will do.”
He leaves, and I shut the door behind him.
I rest my forehead on the cool, frosted glass, and inhale several long, deep breaths. I spent six years in the Marines, fighting the enemy. Fighting for freedom. At least back then, I knew who the hell the bad guys were.
I knew exactly whom I was fighting.
Garrett is pacing again when I return to the living room. “Is there anyone else who might have a vendetta against you?”
I drop onto the couch, exhaustion from the lack of sleep catching up to me. I feel drained. Physically. Emotionally. I can’t believe this is happening. “No one I can think of. At least not to the extent where they’d risk getting caught.”
“Did the cops even dust for fingerprints?”
“According to Blake, they did. But unless the person’s prints are in the system, they won’t be much help. And that’s assuming the cops found any. Mine obviously aren’t on the drugs, but the police are claiming that’s because I wore gloves.”
“To hide drugs in your own house?”
