Cowboy Famous: Book 4 (Cowboy Justice Association) by Olivia Jaymes
Authors: Olivia Jaymes
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East. “Me or Tony?”
Barney swallowed hard and his red cheeks turned pale. “Tony.”
“I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding. I’ll be having a talk with your boss, don’t worry. I’ll let him know how little I appreciate stunts like this.”
Griffin didn’t waste any more time. Turning away, he motioned for Jazz to follow him and they started trudging on the side of the highway. She didn’t speak for a long time and then finally she stopped and placed her hand on his arm, sending a rush of heat through his body.
He almost cursed out loud at the unwelcome tingling her fingers evoked. She was part of this circus that was fucking with his life and that meant she was trouble. Capital T.
“What happened back there?” she asked, her head tilted to the side in question, her long blonde hair falling over one shoulder. He quelled the urge to reach out and see if the strands were as silky as they looked. “I have a feeling I missed something.”
“I’ll tell you later,” he growled, still pissed off and frustrated at the interlopers who were trying to mess with his life and his town. There wasn’t an amount of money in the world that was worth all this shit as far as he was concerned. “Let’s get a move on. She’s expecting us.”
“You will tell me, Griffin Sawyer,” she vowed, her eyes sparkling with challenge. “Something is definitely going on.”
Something was going on and Griffin was going to nip it in the bud. Now. No one was going to push him together with Jazz just for ratings or money or whatever the fuck their reasoning was. She was off limits.
He was her fucking boss, for Christ’s sake. He didn’t go around dating or fucking his employees.
Well, shit. Now he had an image of them rolling around naked in his giant king sized bed together. He willed his cock to behave behind the button fly of his jeans and concentrated on how the sun was setting in the west. Hell of a way for the day to end.
“I’ll tell you everything, Jazz. Just as soon as we question Margaret Charlock. Deal?”
“Deal,” she echoed. “You’re a very strange man. Do you know that?”
“Hollywood, you don’t know the half of it.”
“And whose fault is that?” Her laughter echoed in the silence. She had a nice laugh. Not too loud and not too soft. Just right, really.
“Mine,” he readily agreed. “Things are complicated, that’s all.”
“You don’t want us here,” she stated succinctly. “I get that.”
“I like you, Jazz. I just don’t like having a camera stuck in my face all the time.”
“Is that why you made Barney stay behind?”
Griffin laughed at the naive question. “Nope. Barney stayed behind for a completely different reason. Now let’s get going.”
They hurried their pace as they walked side by side on the shoulder of the deserted road. Griffin would tell her what was going on later. She’d said Tony was a pretty good guy but Griffin had his doubts. If he was capable of this, what else was he trying to manipulate for his own ends?
Griffin was determined to find out.
* * * *
“I don’t know what we have to talk about,” Margaret Charlock said as they all three sat down in her beige living room. Jazz inwardly shuddered at the impersonal furnishings devoid of any semblance of individuality. There wasn’t even a photo of Casey anywhere that Jazz could see. The room could have belonged to anyone anywhere in the world.
“We want to make sure there’s nothing we missed,” replied Griffin, settling himself on the oatmeal colored sofa with only slightly darker throw pillows. “We appreciate you speaking with us today.”
Margaret folded her hands in her lap and waited for their questions. At forty years old, she was an attractive woman with short auburn hair and a trim figure. Her face was carefully made up with a skillful hand and her clothes were stylish but as bland as the living room. It was almost as if the woman wanted to fade into the
Barney swallowed hard and his red cheeks turned pale. “Tony.”
“I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding. I’ll be having a talk with your boss, don’t worry. I’ll let him know how little I appreciate stunts like this.”
Griffin didn’t waste any more time. Turning away, he motioned for Jazz to follow him and they started trudging on the side of the highway. She didn’t speak for a long time and then finally she stopped and placed her hand on his arm, sending a rush of heat through his body.
He almost cursed out loud at the unwelcome tingling her fingers evoked. She was part of this circus that was fucking with his life and that meant she was trouble. Capital T.
“What happened back there?” she asked, her head tilted to the side in question, her long blonde hair falling over one shoulder. He quelled the urge to reach out and see if the strands were as silky as they looked. “I have a feeling I missed something.”
“I’ll tell you later,” he growled, still pissed off and frustrated at the interlopers who were trying to mess with his life and his town. There wasn’t an amount of money in the world that was worth all this shit as far as he was concerned. “Let’s get a move on. She’s expecting us.”
“You will tell me, Griffin Sawyer,” she vowed, her eyes sparkling with challenge. “Something is definitely going on.”
Something was going on and Griffin was going to nip it in the bud. Now. No one was going to push him together with Jazz just for ratings or money or whatever the fuck their reasoning was. She was off limits.
He was her fucking boss, for Christ’s sake. He didn’t go around dating or fucking his employees.
Well, shit. Now he had an image of them rolling around naked in his giant king sized bed together. He willed his cock to behave behind the button fly of his jeans and concentrated on how the sun was setting in the west. Hell of a way for the day to end.
“I’ll tell you everything, Jazz. Just as soon as we question Margaret Charlock. Deal?”
“Deal,” she echoed. “You’re a very strange man. Do you know that?”
“Hollywood, you don’t know the half of it.”
“And whose fault is that?” Her laughter echoed in the silence. She had a nice laugh. Not too loud and not too soft. Just right, really.
“Mine,” he readily agreed. “Things are complicated, that’s all.”
“You don’t want us here,” she stated succinctly. “I get that.”
“I like you, Jazz. I just don’t like having a camera stuck in my face all the time.”
“Is that why you made Barney stay behind?”
Griffin laughed at the naive question. “Nope. Barney stayed behind for a completely different reason. Now let’s get going.”
They hurried their pace as they walked side by side on the shoulder of the deserted road. Griffin would tell her what was going on later. She’d said Tony was a pretty good guy but Griffin had his doubts. If he was capable of this, what else was he trying to manipulate for his own ends?
Griffin was determined to find out.
* * * *
“I don’t know what we have to talk about,” Margaret Charlock said as they all three sat down in her beige living room. Jazz inwardly shuddered at the impersonal furnishings devoid of any semblance of individuality. There wasn’t even a photo of Casey anywhere that Jazz could see. The room could have belonged to anyone anywhere in the world.
“We want to make sure there’s nothing we missed,” replied Griffin, settling himself on the oatmeal colored sofa with only slightly darker throw pillows. “We appreciate you speaking with us today.”
Margaret folded her hands in her lap and waited for their questions. At forty years old, she was an attractive woman with short auburn hair and a trim figure. Her face was carefully made up with a skillful hand and her clothes were stylish but as bland as the living room. It was almost as if the woman wanted to fade into the
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