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I tossed back the tequila. Normally I stuck with a glass of wine in the evening. But my past had blown into town and rattled my foundation. I needed something much stronger than wine tonight.
My cell beeped with an incoming text before I could pour another round. I grimaced at what popped up on the screen.
Shit. Who the fuck was this guy?
My phone buzzed with multiple incoming texts that I studiously ignored.
“Something wrong?” Ben asked with a frown.
My smile was tight. “Nope. I was just wondering how much money I could win off y’all if I break out the cards and poker chips.”
“Honey, I’d be taking your money, and I’m not sure it’s a good idea, given you’re hosting us?” Aiden said with a cocky grin.
“Oh, really? You think you can beat little old me?” Poker would be a great distraction. It would get my mind off my past, as much as possible with them here, and whoever the hell kept on texting me.
“Bring it on, honey,” Lucas replied with a wink.
Needing a breather, I rose from my seat. “You’re on. Let me go grab what we’ll need.”
Leaving the guys in the dining room, I headed down the hall to the den. I had the poker chips and playing cards stored in the closet in there. At least this way, everyone would be involved in the game, and I could forget about the past and my part in it.
And how, even though it might not look like it, I mourned Evan too.
7
Iwatched Moira hightail it from the room. There was something more going on here that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. It was more than Evan’s passing. More than the letter he asked us to deliver. More than the five of us being in her house.
For the briefest of moments, she’d looked spooked. What the hell was that about?
She left her phone on the table. It kept buzzing all throughout dinner. And every time it did, she’d grimace and then rejoin the conversation.
When it buzzed again, I grabbed it. Was it from another man? Did she have a date or something?
The messages were from an unknown number. There were a host of them. I tapped them.
“What are you doing?” Wyatt asked, his brows furrowed in consternation.
“Hold on.” I read through each text from the unknown number.
Who the fuck are they?
Why are you letting other men touch you?
You’re such a fucking slut.
I’ll be watching. Tell them to leave. You belong to me.
I’m going to make you pay for this, you stupid slut.
“What the hell? You see this shit?” I passed the phone over to Wyatt. His calm demeanor turned downright militant. And he passed it over to Lucas and then on down the line until it made its way back to me.
“What the fuck?” Aiden exclaimed in shock when it was his turn and he handed the phone back to me.
“Someone has a hard-on for Moira.” James stated the obvious.
“Think she knows the guy?” Lucas asked, scratching his cheek.
“What guy am I supposed to know?” Moira asked from the doorway with her arms full and a wry smile on her face.
