Sheriff Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 10) Laylah Roberts (color ebook reader .txt) 📖

Although we will have a chat later about confronting strange men,” he warned her.

Georgie’s eyebrows rose. Although she wasn’t entirely surprised at his protectiveness.

Before Matilda could reply, the front door opened and a red-haired woman barreled into the room. She was older, probably in her early fifties. Gorgeous, with creamy white skin.

“Where is that asshole! I’m going to kill him.” She stormed forward.

“Mel, calm down.” Ed stepped in front of her, grabbing her gently by the arms. “How about we go talk in my office?”

“I’m going to take my lunch now, boss man,” Kiesha called out, grabbing her handbag. “Me and my bestie need some girl time.”

Ed nodded distractedly, but looked back at her. “Keep your phone on you at all times. Call me if you need anything, okay? Be back here in an hour.”

“Nah, we’ll be longer than that,” Kiesha said, threading her arm around Georgie’s.

“An hour is all you have for lunch,” Ed said firmly to Kiesha.

“Make it up to you, boss man. Besides, I’m your girl’s bestie and I’m practically your sister. That gets me special privileges.”

She hustled Georgie out the door just as Ed’s growl filled the room.

“You’re so bad,” Georgie told her.

“I know.” Kiesha winked at her. “But someone’s got to keep the overbearing men in this town on their toes.”

“And that person is you.”

“Exactly.”

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“Oh God. I feel sick.” Georgie looked down at the huge ice cream sundae that she and Kiesha had attempted to polish off by themselves.

“It’s even too much for me. And I once trained for the sugar Olympics.”

“Is that a real thing?” Georgie asked. They’d performed a whirlwind shopping trip and there were bags of clothes sitting at her feet. Kiesha hadn’t bought anything, but she’d been happy to help Georgie shop.

Then she’d insisted that all those calories burned shopping needed replacing. With an enormous ice cream sundae. Probably not a great idea when she hadn’t had actual lunch.

Her phone buzzed. She checked the text.

Ed: All okay?

He’d texted her that several times, even though he had to be busy.

Georgie: All good. Back soon.

Ed: Good. Miss you.

Aww. That was so sweet.

“We best head back,” she said to Kiesha.

“What? Ed getting antsy without his Georgie-fix? Tell him you’re mine for the afternoon.”

“You still do have a job to do.”

“Eh, what’s he going to do, fire me?”

But she didn’t protest as Georgie paid, grabbing several of her bags for her.

“Wish I’d brought my car,” Kiesha groaned. “Come on, we’ll cut through the parking lot. It’s quicker.”

They walked out the back. It was already getting dark. A woman walked towards a truck, a shopping bag in her hand. She looked familiar. Someone called out to her.

“Mari, I’ve got to go to the bathroom before we head to the ranch.”

Mari turned and waved back at the slightly built woman with caramel-colored hair. “I’ll wait for you in the truck.”

Marisol. Rosalind’s niece. Georgina wondered if she should talk to her about the case. But if she’d seen anything of Saber or Tiger then she would have reported it.

No, she had no reason to bring it up and cause her any grief. She decided to keep going. Except . . . urgh . . . her feet turned her towards the truck which Marisol was unlocking.

“Hey, where we going?” Kiesha asked.

“Just saying hello to Marisol.”

Marisol had climbed up into the truck but hadn’t shut the door. Georgina waved a hand at her.

“Marisol, hi, I don’t know if you remember me. I’m—”

“You need to leave,” Marisol said harshly. Her face was pale as she glared down at Georgina.

She came to a stop. That wasn’t what she was expecting.

“Wow, that was rude,” Kiesha said.

“Just go.”

“I’m sorry to bother you,” Georgina said coolly. She hadn’t expected this. Marisol had helped with the case against her aunt. Georgina hadn’t had much to do with her, but she knew that the others on the task force had. They had said she was co-operative and sweet.

“I don’t know if you remember me, I’m FBI Agent Georgina James. I was part of the task force that—”

“Oh shit,” Marisol said. “Why didn’t you just go?”

“Too late now,” a deep voice said.

Georgina’s gaze moved to the back seat of the truck, where a man appeared. He’d been hidden in the shadows.

Oh heck. Saber. His manic eyes moved from her to Kiesha.

“Get in the truck. Now. Silently. Or this bitch gets it in the head.”

He raised a gun to Marisol’s head.

Fuck.

“You’re in the back with me, FBI Agent James.”

Ed was going to flip his lid.

35

Georgina eyed the gun that Saber held. Could she make a play for it? Try to take it off him?

No. Too risky while they were driving. It could go off and hit Kiesha or Marisol.

He’d made them drop all of their bags on the ground before they’d climbed in. Saber could barely stay still. His head moved around, his whole body practically trembled. He had to be on drugs.

He looked thinner than he had in the photos she’d seen of him. And his clothes were grubby. He also stank, it quickly filled the cab of Marisol’s truck.

“Dude, if you’re going to kidnap people, you could at least shower first, you know,” Kiesha told him.

“Shut up, bitch! I don’t need you. If someone has to go first, it’s going to be you.” He swung the gun towards Kiesha, who was in the front passenger seat. She let out a squeak of terror that was echoed by Marisol.

Georgina tensed, ready to wrestle the gun away from Kiesha’s head.

“Where are we going, asshole?” she snapped.

He turned towards her, the gun now aimed at her stomach. That was much better. Her jaw unclenched slightly. A tension headache was starting to form. Ed was going to be pissed that she was getting stressed again after all his hard work to make her relax.

But she had good reason.

“You’re going where the fuck I tell you to go. You’re going to tell me where my son is.”

“I don’t know where Tiger is,” Georgina said calmly. “I thought he was