Pleasant Extortion (The Extortionists 1)
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She scanned the room for the sheriff. Once she spotted him, she waved her phone in the air and mouthed, “I’ve got something. Need to make a quick call.”
He nodded. She walked outside and dialed Randon.
“I like the way you work, honey. Using business to hear my voice is brilliant.”
“Tell me you aren’t one of those Alpha fellas.”
“I think you already know that’s a fact.”
His voice made her pussy clench. Sensual sensations left her wondering if Randon was her new vice, a habit she’d quickly formed and desperately wanted to nurture and feed.
“You’re like an addiction,” she said, laughter in her accusation.
“After last night, I’m definitely high on you.”
“You’re also corny.”
“How’d you know?”
“I said, corny, not horny.”
“My mistake,” Randon said, a dry chuckle resonating in her ear.
“It wouldn’t take much for you to lead this conversation in another direction, but—”
“But you need to know why the Feds haven’t made it. I understand.”
“Randon, tell me the truth. Why aren’t they here?”
“Kurt and I have been following the extortionist for a while now. Most of what we have to go on is only speculation.”
“And I’m starting to think your so-called suspicions are facts and you call them guesses or ‘speculation’ so you don’t step on toes.”
“Perceptive and beautiful. How’d I get so lucky?”
Her nipples tingled. God, this was bad. Even his compliments left her with heated impressions. She was seconds away from panting with desire. Determined to stay the course, she said, “Tell me what you think, please. None of this makes any sense. Cops from thirty miles away are here. Why aren’t the Feds doing their damned jobs? Why aren’t they trying to help us catch this guy?”
The silence was deafening, but provided enough time to analyze.
“There’s more than one.”
“We’re not sure,” Randon admitted.
“What do you mean you aren’t sure?” She paced. “How long have you been tracking this guy?”
“A while.”
“You’re being vague!” She stomped her foot. “Why won’t you tell me everything you know?”
“Honey, as soon as I see you, I’ll tell you what I can, but before you go into that meeting, I’m not arming you with assumptions.”
“You don’t trust me.”
“Don’t put words in my mouth.”
“I don’t have time for this.” She clapped the phone closed and marched back inside.
The sheriff’s eyes met hers. She briskly shook her head before taking a seat. What wasn’t Randon telling her? Why did she have the feeling he was holding out on her to protect her?