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“Angelina,” he latched on to her shoulders, giving her a shake. When her eyes locked on his, Ben continued. “I need you to take my phone. Text Boss Man. Tell him the ice cream at home is melting.”
“What?” Angelina struggled to get out of Ben’s grasp. “Why are you worried about ice cream when people are going to protest in my yard? What exactly are they protesting?”
“Stop,” Ben commanded.
“I’m not melting. I can handle this,” she insisted.
“You’re not the ice cream. Shorty, you don’t have to handle this. You have me to do it for you.”
Angelina froze. The shock faded, and reality set in. They needed to get this nipped before it got out of control. “Ice cream is melting. Boss Man is Dad.”
“Yeah, love,” Ben caressed her arms while he gauged how upset she was. “I need you to stay at your desk, send that text I told you to, and stay away from the window.” Cupping her face in his hands, he pressed his lips gently to hers. “I have to get started on containment.”
“We should call the police.”
“Can’t do that.”
“Why?”
“We can talk about it later. I need you to text your dad and stay away from the window. Don’t want them seeing you,” Ben murmured between kisses. “I will take care of this.”
“Daniel was one of your jobs.” Angelina put it together. “That’s how you knew about his money and the other women.”
“Love you.”
“That is code for yes,” she nodded. “Okay. Text Dad. Got it.”
Ben grinned when her fingers flew to the phone.
“The ice cream is melting at home,” she tapped in. “Now what?”
“Now, I need you to sit and wait while I lock the door and get started on containment.”
Angelina watched Ben disappear down the stairs. She tried to process what had just happened. The bane of Jake and Sam’s existence had his people in her yard filming. He came to threaten her. Daniel Benson was intent on destroying her. She should call Jake. Maybe she shouldn’t call Jake. Did Ben say she could call him, or she shouldn’t?
Boss Man: How many scoops? Paper towel or mop and bucket?
“Ben,” Angelina whisper yelled.
“Yeah, Shorty.”
“How many scoops? Do you want a roll of paper towels or a mop and bucket?”
“One scoop with toppings,” he grinned. “Paper towels. I have plans for this bastard.”
She wasn’t sure she wanted to know what that grin meant. Tapping quickly, she replied.
Boss Man: One hour. Sprinkles?
“They will be here in an hour. He wants to know if you have sprinkles.”
“Got it. You partial to this rug down here?”
“Nope. I have the sudden urge to redecorate.”
She could hear Ben’s chuckle over the sound of furniture moving and water running.
“Sprinkles?”
