Bound to Billionaires (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 2)

Had she heard him correctly or was her exhaustion and hunger now impacting her hearing? “Do you mind repeating that, Mr. Knight?”

“You’re the one who asked us to go through your attorney, didn’t you?”

She nodded.

“Okay. We’ll give her the details about our offer.”

“But you said something about dropping the case, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did.”

None of this made any sense to her. She was Mrs. Kip Lunceford, despite her desire to get her marriage to the bastard annulled. Like everything else in her world, her funds had prevented her from pursuing a change to her marital status. Besides, she needed to know where Kip was being held, and the government wasn’t forthcoming about those details. Not one damn bit.

Even with the little Megan had learned about Kip’s time at TBK, she knew they had every right to hold a grudge. Kip had almost cost them their company, not to mention their freedom. How they’d been able to clear their names she had no idea. But they had. Here they were right in front of her, sexy flesh and hot blood.

She needed to rein her mind into control. “I’ve got to stop.”

“Stop what?” Scott asked.

Had she spoken her inner thoughts aloud? She must have. She was more tired than she realized. “Stop wasting time and get to eating this delicious meal Norm made.”

“I agree with you. Eat up, like Eric said.” He sent her a smile, not the approachable kind she’d seen earlier. This one was hot and tempting. Scott’s lips, so beautifully male, had likely ensnared many a woman. If she wasn’t careful, they might do the same to her.

Scott and Eric left the booth. They walked to the counter where three seats had opened up.

Phoebe smiled. “Be careful with those two, Megan.”

“Isn’t that what I have you for?” She filled her fork with another bite of the delicious apple pie.

“We’ll see what they have to say. I’ll be right back.” Phoebe walked to the brothers and took a seat between them.

Megan turned her attention to the cheeseburger. She took a bite and immediately knew Norm was a genius with ground beef. It was seasoned perfectly and so juicy, and she relished the flavors. Another bite and her hunger vanished. Why did this feel like a last meal of sorts? Because it most likely was. Luck never went her way. Whatever the offer, it wouldn’t change her fate.

Watching the three talking gave her hope. The dream of better days sprung up inside her like a fountain, but she shoved it down. This had to be some kind of trick or negotiating tactic by Eric and Scott. They might not get ten million from her, but they could get her mother’s house. Even in its current state of disrepair it was worth just shy of two hundred thousand dollars. For billionaires, it probably wasn’t much money, but it was some.

Why would Eric and Scott even consider droppin

g the case?

The answer was—they wouldn’t.

Chapter Four

Eric kept his back to the counter at Lucy’s, sitting opposite on the stool of what was expected from customers of the burger shop. He didn’t care. Taking his eyes off Megan wasn’t an option for him. Not now.

“Tell me what you have in mind for my client, guys.” Phoebe was getting right to it. So like her.

The sheriff and his brothers still had it real bad for Phoebe, but none of the three would ever let on. Too bad for them, especially Jason. The breakup had been messy and unfortunately the talk of the town. Had it only been three years since Jason had arrested Shane, Phoebe’s brother, landing him in prison for possession? One thing about Jason, he was a stickler for the rules. No way would he ever turn a blind eye to something illegal, even if doing his job meant losing his and his brothers’ fiancée in the process.

“We want to drop the case.” Scott was the worst poker player in Destiny, a total open book.

“Hold on, bro.” Eric watched Megan gobble down her cheeseburger in a flash, proving to him how truly hungry she must’ve been. His brother was right. She was not the hacker. But someone was, and that someone had used her IP to get to TBK. That couldn’t be good for her. “There’s a stipulation. That’s what we agreed on.”

Scott cursed. “Damn it, Eric. You still can’t believe she’s guilty.”

“I don’t, but she might be in danger.” When he saw Megan yawn, he had the oddest urge to run back to the booth, grab her up, and carry her to his bed—not for sex but for rest. The frail thing needed help, and whatever it took, he would do it.

Phoebe looked concerned. “What do you mean by ‘she might be in danger’?”