Secret Indiscretions (Carson Cove Scandals 2)

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“You want a list of names?” He tilted his head to the side.

“No, just one—and he’s in Carson Cove.” I leaned back in my chair. “I want to know who he is and where he’s staying…”

“Alright, I should be able to do that. Can you give me a couple of days?” Leo started writing down some information.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” I exhaled sharply. “The sooner the better though—he’s causing problems.”

“Understood.” Leo nodded. “I’ll give you a call when I find something.”

I left Craven Security and headed back to the office. I really didn’t know if Melanie would be upset with me for handling the problem with her ex or not, but I wasn’t going to risk him putting his hands on her again. He was going to quickly find out that he wasn’t welcome in Carson Cove, and then he was going to get escorted out of town. I had never been a violent man, but seeing that bruise on Melanie just brought something primal out in me—any man that could do that to a woman didn’t deserve an ounce of kindness. It didn’t matter if he was Charley’s father or a complete fucking stranger—his stay in Carson Cove was coming to an abrupt end.

“Welcome back, Jon!” Gina looked at me and smiled when the elevator doors opened. “Did you have a good lunch?”

“Yes, it was fine.” I nodded and walked into my office.

“Jon?” Gina walked to the door before I sat down behind my desk. “Can I ask you something?”

“Uh—sure?” I raised an eyebrow and nodded.

“Do you know if I’m going to get an invitation to the wedding?” She tilted her head to the side. “Nothing has come yet…”

“I think they’re just inviting family and a few friends.” I sat down and leaned back in my chair. “Did you get an invitation to the engagement party?”

“Of course!” She nodded quickly.

“I didn’t see you there…” I shrugged. “I had a lot on my mind that night, though.”

“I didn’t want to bother you.” She smiled and nodded. “Okay, well I’ll stop checking the mail! Thanks!”

“No problem…” I muttered my response, but she was already walking back to her desk.

There were so many people at the engagement party that Gina could have been there, and I wouldn’t have noticed her, but I was surprised she got an invitation. She did go to Carson Cove High with us, but she was a freshman when we were seniors, and she didn’t run in the same circles that we did. I didn’t have time to put much thought into it because I got a phone call from one of my clients. I spent the rest of the afternoon tending to paperwork and was just about to call it a day when my phone lit up with the number for Craven Security.

“Hello?” I pressed the phone to my ear.

“Jon!” Leo’s voice echoed on the other end of the line. “I got what you want. It didn’t take as long as I expected.”

“You already found something?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

“Yeah, the kid’s name is Jackson Weber.” Leo exhaled sharply into the phone. “You might want to leave this one alone.”

“What? Why?” I leaned back in my chair.

“He’s from a wealthy family. He’s basically a trust fund kid—old money too. His family has a lot of connections in the city.” Leo’s voice had a hint of concern.

“That doesn’t matter to me. I have my own connections.” I shook my head back and forth. “Where is he staying?”

“He’s at the Pembroke Hotel in room 142,” Leo sighed. “Do you want me to send one of my guys with you? If there’s going to be trouble, you should have some backup.”

“Nah man.” I tried to sound reassuring. “There won’t be any trouble.”

That’s probably a lie, but I don’t need backup to make sure this Jackson Weber asshole gets the message.

Jackson had money if he was staying at the Pembroke Hotel. It was an upscale place that normally rented rooms to people who planned to stay for a while. Mary and I used to have a room there when we were younger—in case the babysitter was able to stay a little later than normal when we went out for one of our date nights. Ironically enough, that was also where she went after she left me. She stayed there until the divorce was finalized, and then she moved to the city to be closer to her parents. Her father got a job there shortly after we graduated from high school and if it wasn’t for Alcott Inc., I think she would have pushed for us to move there as well.

“You’re still here?” I walked out of my office and was surprised to see Gina still sitting at her desk.