Her Three Protectors [The Hot Millionaires #3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase

think of everything.”
    Porcha frowned. “What has he overlooked?”
    “They could have put something on you.” Troy looked annoyed not to have thought of it sooner. “Well, not actually on your person but on something you carry with you all the time.”
    “In which case they’ll know where I am now.”
    “Exactly.” Adam grimaced. “Can I borrow your purse?”
    “Sure.”
    Adam tipped the contents on the table and went through them one by one, discarding anything unsuitable for hiding a bug in. Then he turned the large purse inside out, feeling along the seams for anything that didn’t sit right. Beck produced a weird-looking device from the study that looked a bit like a wand. Adam ran it all over the bag and shook his head.
    “It’s clean.”
    He repeated the process with the larger items from her purse, her cell phone and iPad, again with negative results.
    “Then it has to have been a tracking device, unless Kevin was in on it, and it has to be Woollard,” Troy said doggedly. “He wanted to scare you shitless, which he pretty well managed to do, and then ride to the rescue.” Troy squeezed her hand. “You said yourself that you didn’t return his interest in you but that you did trust him. He would have known that.”
    “So you think he did all this, killed my husband and presumably took over his business, just because he wanted me?” Porcha shook her head. “It seems a bit extreme, even for a megalomaniac like Woollard.”
    “The three of us would do a damned sight more than that if it meant we could keep you to ourselves forever,” Beck told her, for once not smiling.
    “Damned right,” Adam agreed.
    “We’d die to keep you alive,” Troy said simply.
    Beck nodded. “No question about it.”
    “Thanks,” Porcha said, moved by their obvious sincerity, especially since she had only known them for a couple of days. “Let’s hope that doesn’t become necessary.”
    “It goes with the territory in our line of work,” Adam said almost casually.
    “If it is Woollard, why all the theatrics?” Porcha asked. “I know I had my cell switched off, but he has my e-mail address. It would have been a lot easier just to send me a damned message, surely?”
    Troy shook his head and smiled grimly. “Like I said, he wanted you to sweat a bit first. He wanted you to be really frightened so that you’d trust him. Better the devil you know and all that.” Troy shifted his position, and Porcha instinctively leaned a little more of her weight against his broad chest, taking comfort from his strength and the resolution in his expression. “I’m willing to bet he was about to make a move on you at the apartment, which was why he had someone watching to make sure the coast was clear. Only problem is, we turned up and spoiled the party for him.”
    “How inconsiderate can you get?” Beck asked.
    “Unless he knows who we are, he has no idea where you are now,” Adam said. “He didn’t expect you to get away, so he’s all out of options. My guess is that he will have to e-mail you before much longer.”
    Porcha slid off Troy’s knee, fired up her iPad, and checked her e-mail.
    “Nothing yet.”
    “Good, then we have time to think of an alternative strategy.”
    “Does Woollard know of your friendship with Georgio?” Beck asked.
    Porcha lifted her shoulders. “I didn’t tell him, and I can’t think of any reason why Sal would have.”
    “Sal didn’t tell him about the apartment, but it looks like Woollard knew,” Troy pointed out.
    “Just as a matter of interest, how come Sal let you stay in touch with Georgio if he was so protective?” Adam asked.
    She shrugged. “I’m not really sure. He knew of our history and didn’t see him as a threat, I guess.”
    Beck frowned. “Do you think Georgio’s in danger?”
    “Unless Woollard’s into hacking e-mail accounts—”
    “I wouldn’t put anything past him,” Porcha said, shuddering.
    “Georgio sends all his stuff through remote