Author: Chloe Lang
Category: Young Adult
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“For whose best, bro? Ours or hers?”
His brother shrugged. “Maybe for all of us. Who knows?”
“Cam and Dylan are going to kill you for this. You heard them back there. Months of work will go down the drain if she agrees to this. They’re certain she’s guilty.”
“Bullshit.” Scott stared at him, continuing to make his case for the wacky scheme.
Keeping his eyes fixed on Megan behind the window, he half listened to Scott. Eric’s attention was primarily on her, not his brother. Again, she peeked at him, their eyes locking for an instant. Even from here, he could see her cheeks turn red on her pale face before she looked back at Phoebe. If Megan was trying to be discreet, she was doing a terrible job of it. He couldn’t help but grin at her awkward antics.
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Scott’s diatribe ended abruptly.
Eric turned to his brother. “What?”
Scott shook his head. “Tell me you actually believe that behind Megan’s gorgeous green eyes is a maniacal criminal. She’s innocent. You and I both know it.”
“I don’t know that.” But his brother’s point wasn’t lost on him. She didn’t seem capable of hacking into someone’s personal laptop, let alone TBK’s networks, which had some of the best security systems in the world. “Someone is getting past our firewalls and jacking with our code. If not her, then who?”
“Maybe Kip,” Scott suggested. “We don’t know if he’s still being held or not, Eric. It’s been five years. He might be using her to get to us.”
That idea did have merit, though only a sliver or so. “He committed treason. I don’t think you get out early for good behavior for that kind of crime.”
“Well, let’s find out what she knows about her husband’s location, shall we?” Scott stepped into the street, heading to Lucy’s and to Megan, a woman whose entrance into the courtroom had unsettled him.
Before that moment she’d run into the courthouse, Eric had been ready to bring her down. Now, he couldn’t stop thinking about Megan. Her nervousness seemed to surround her every move in the hearing. How had Kip found such a sweet creature? More than that, how had the creep got Megan to agree to marry him?
He followed Scott across the street, hoping Megan would consider his brother’s crazy proposal. The truth was, though he would never admit it to Scott or anyone, he wanted to learn more about the curvy blonde.
* * * *
Megan tensed as the door to Lucy’s opened. The bell chimed the arrival of the two men who had forced her to Destiny in the first place. They were still in their suits, though Scott was carrying his jacket now. They both wore cowboy hats, which fit them perfectly.
Every table, booth, and barstool at Lucy’s Burgers was taken.
“Here you go, ladies.” Lucy set down two pieces of pie. “Your burgers will be up shortly.”
“Dessert before lunch?” Megan asked.
“Sweetie, we don’t follow any rules here in this town. Why not have dessert first and then your meal?” Lucy stepped back into the aisle between the booths and the tables and spun the Hula-Hoop around her waist, moving her hips to keep it from falling to the ground. The woman’s figure was amazing. Lucy stopped her demonstration and placed the toy back in her left hand. “I’ve been having dessert before my meal for quite a long time, Megan. Look at me. I’m in the best shape I’ve ever been. Now, enjoy.”
“Sounds good to me,” she said, peeking over the woman’s shoulder at Eric and Scott Knight. Her heart stopped. They were headed straight to her and Phoebe.
“The Knights are here,” she whispered.
Phoebe turned her head to the guys’ direction and then held out her hand to them. “Hold it right there, boys.”
They didn’t, which sent a new set of shivers through her. Why was she reacting this way to these men? Because when it came to men, she was always at a disadvantage. Case in point—she’d accepted Kip’s marriage proposal after knowing him for only a blink of an eye.
“Hello, Phoebe,” Eric Knight said, keeping his piercing blue stare fixed on Megan, not her attorney.
Scott Knight held out his hand to her. “Hello, Mrs. Lunceford.”
Phoebe scooted out of the booth and moved right in front of the men, clearly trying to block them from moving closer. “I don’t want you talking to my client. Whatever you have to say, you can tell me. I will convey it to her.”
Phoebe was at least an inch and a half, maybe more, taller than her. The top of Phoebe’s head came to the middle of the brothers’ chests. They were six three at minimum, a full foot taller than Megan. They were giants, which made her feel even tinier.
Glad to be sitting instead of in Phoebe’s place at the moment, she grabbed her fork, trying to ignore her sexy accusers. She would’ve done just about anything to be away from here—away from Eric and Scott Knight.
“We have an offer for Megan, Phoebe. Hear us out.” Scott’s voice reminded her of a summer breeze.