promised me a house with a view, remember, Mountain Man?”
Jonah nuzzled his nose into Aldrin’s sweet smelling hair. The mere thought of anything happening to Aldrin made him want to rage against the world. He would happily spend the rest of his days in the hell holes he survived in the service if it meant Aldrin would be safe.
Jonah tilted his head down when Aldrin leaned up on his toes. “I love you, Mountain Man,” Aldrin whispered before planting a kiss on Jonah’s jaw line. “Stay safe.” Aldrin’s eyes seemed suspiciously bright when he leaned back and sent Jonah a smile. “I’ll see you at the diner.”
Jonah knew he stood there with his mouth hanging open as he watched Aldrin and Buck climb into Buck’s car and drive off. He knew Aldrin was just going a couple of blocks over to the diner so why did he feel like his heart was being ripped out of his chest?
“It never gets any easier.”
Jonah glanced at the sheriff in confusion. “What never gets any easier?”
“Letting them go off when there’s danger.” The sheriff’s shoulders seemed to slump for a moment before he drew in a deep breath. “Seamus and Yancy seem to excel at getting themselves into trouble.”
“Do not,” quibbled a rather large black-haired man as he walked up to stand beside the sheriff. “It’s all Seamus, every bit of it.”
Sheriff Riley gave the six and a half foot tall man a once over with his eyes. “Clearly.”
Deputy Yancy Butler grinned at the sheriff before turning his attention to Jonah. “I hear you’ve got some problems.”
Jonah gestured to the perfectly round bullet hole in the car next to him. “I’m not sure insurance will cover that.”
Yancy’s eyebrows rose. “Damn, that was close.”
“Yeah, it was…” Jonah glanced from the bullet hole in the side of the car to where Aldrin had been standing and then to the rooftop where he had seen something flashing right before someone had shot at them. “Does anyone have a laser pointer?”
“A laser pointer?” the sheriff asked. “What do you need a laser pointer for?”
“Trajectory,” Yancy said as he grew serious. “Although, why you would need it confuses me. From what I understand, you and Aldrin were the only ones being shot at. Am I wrong?”
“No, you’re not wrong,” Jonah replied. “But now, I’m not so sure exactly which one of us the shooter was trying to kill.”
The sheriff’s eyebrows shot up. “You think someone was trying to shoot you?”
“I can’t rightly say without more information, but—” Jonah looked down the road Aldrin and Buck had just left on. This was going to take more time than he was comfortable with. He didn’t want to leave the man alone that long. “Sheriff—”
Sheriff Riley held up his hand. “Say no more. I’ll send a deputy over to the diner to sit on Aldrin.”
Jonah blew out a relieved breath. “Thank you.”
“Hey, Jonah, your truck is ringing,” another deputy said as he walked up.
“My truck is—” He headed for his truck, unsure of who would be calling him, but curious enough not to let it go unanswered. When he reached his truck, he unlocked the door and yanked it open before grabbing for the black phone.
“Hello?” Jonah knitted his brow. He needed to get out there and help the sheriff look for the shooter, not answer the damn phone.
“Mr. Cade, this is Yuval Zev.”
It was just his accountant. Considering their quarterly meeting was coming up soon, Jonah wasn’t that surprised to hear from the man. He probably wanted Jonah to bring receipts from home or something. He called about stuff like that in the past.
“What can I do for you, Yuval?” Jonah asked.
“I need to talk to you about this wire transfer,” the accountant said. “With this much money being moved to your off-shore account, I’m going to need to see you in person. I know you’ve had me transfer money in the past, but this is too large of a sum for me to transfer without your
Jonah nuzzled his nose into Aldrin’s sweet smelling hair. The mere thought of anything happening to Aldrin made him want to rage against the world. He would happily spend the rest of his days in the hell holes he survived in the service if it meant Aldrin would be safe.
Jonah tilted his head down when Aldrin leaned up on his toes. “I love you, Mountain Man,” Aldrin whispered before planting a kiss on Jonah’s jaw line. “Stay safe.” Aldrin’s eyes seemed suspiciously bright when he leaned back and sent Jonah a smile. “I’ll see you at the diner.”
Jonah knew he stood there with his mouth hanging open as he watched Aldrin and Buck climb into Buck’s car and drive off. He knew Aldrin was just going a couple of blocks over to the diner so why did he feel like his heart was being ripped out of his chest?
“It never gets any easier.”
Jonah glanced at the sheriff in confusion. “What never gets any easier?”
“Letting them go off when there’s danger.” The sheriff’s shoulders seemed to slump for a moment before he drew in a deep breath. “Seamus and Yancy seem to excel at getting themselves into trouble.”
“Do not,” quibbled a rather large black-haired man as he walked up to stand beside the sheriff. “It’s all Seamus, every bit of it.”
Sheriff Riley gave the six and a half foot tall man a once over with his eyes. “Clearly.”
Deputy Yancy Butler grinned at the sheriff before turning his attention to Jonah. “I hear you’ve got some problems.”
Jonah gestured to the perfectly round bullet hole in the car next to him. “I’m not sure insurance will cover that.”
Yancy’s eyebrows rose. “Damn, that was close.”
“Yeah, it was…” Jonah glanced from the bullet hole in the side of the car to where Aldrin had been standing and then to the rooftop where he had seen something flashing right before someone had shot at them. “Does anyone have a laser pointer?”
“A laser pointer?” the sheriff asked. “What do you need a laser pointer for?”
“Trajectory,” Yancy said as he grew serious. “Although, why you would need it confuses me. From what I understand, you and Aldrin were the only ones being shot at. Am I wrong?”
“No, you’re not wrong,” Jonah replied. “But now, I’m not so sure exactly which one of us the shooter was trying to kill.”
The sheriff’s eyebrows shot up. “You think someone was trying to shoot you?”
“I can’t rightly say without more information, but—” Jonah looked down the road Aldrin and Buck had just left on. This was going to take more time than he was comfortable with. He didn’t want to leave the man alone that long. “Sheriff—”
Sheriff Riley held up his hand. “Say no more. I’ll send a deputy over to the diner to sit on Aldrin.”
Jonah blew out a relieved breath. “Thank you.”
“Hey, Jonah, your truck is ringing,” another deputy said as he walked up.
“My truck is—” He headed for his truck, unsure of who would be calling him, but curious enough not to let it go unanswered. When he reached his truck, he unlocked the door and yanked it open before grabbing for the black phone.
“Hello?” Jonah knitted his brow. He needed to get out there and help the sheriff look for the shooter, not answer the damn phone.
“Mr. Cade, this is Yuval Zev.”
It was just his accountant. Considering their quarterly meeting was coming up soon, Jonah wasn’t that surprised to hear from the man. He probably wanted Jonah to bring receipts from home or something. He called about stuff like that in the past.
“What can I do for you, Yuval?” Jonah asked.
“I need to talk to you about this wire transfer,” the accountant said. “With this much money being moved to your off-shore account, I’m going to need to see you in person. I know you’ve had me transfer money in the past, but this is too large of a sum for me to transfer without your
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