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“This lady is different, though, McHugh. I think she’s too tough of a nut for me to crack.” Rhys seized on something—anything—to make McHugh less into whoring him out like this. “She’s really stubborn as all hell, boss. Her mind isn’t gonna change, no matter how much I lay it on her. She doesn’t seem to be falling for my usual schmoozing. I don’t know, maybe she’s a lesbian?”
“Hmm… well, that’s unfortunate. I’d rather catch my flies with honey, but sometimes a little bug bomb is really what it will take. So, if you really don’t think you can get to her, if you don’t think you’re going to be able to fuck it out of her, then get some dirt on her,” McHugh commanded. “Find something that she can’t control, something that will make her inconsequential.”
Damn. Not really where he was hoping this conversation would go. As much of a dick as he could be, Rhys didn’t want to hurt her. Remembering the bereft emotion in her eyes as she looked out over the valley, the sad lilt to her voice, he realized he really didn’t want anyone to hurt her.
Fuck.
“I’m not sure anyone could make Shea inconsequential, McHugh. I honestly think I could sway some of the others, but this one… she’s kind of like a pile of TNT. We could be stirring up one hell of a hornet’s nest by messing with her too much.” Here goes, Rhys thought. Try at get him off of her trail. “I think I should back off her, focus on the others.”
“Rhys,” the older man’s voice suddenly lost all joviality, and the serious tone expanded the dread Rhys felt growing in his gut. “I can’t do shit without her land. She’s got way too much and the location of it is simply too paramount to my plans. And, to top it off, she really has too much pull in that little backwoods town. I need you to take her down.”
Rhys exhaled in frustration.
“What is it, Rhys? Is there something else? Is she getting to you?”
“Of course not,” Rhys lied.
“Well, I hope not, my boy,” McHugh frowned. “We’ve got a good thing going. Don’t fuck it up.”
After giving him his orders, McHugh disconnected the call without any warning. Rhys tossed his phone on the small table in front of the window and flopped down on the bed. The room had been tidied by the maids while he was out with Shea, but a faint, fresh whiff emanated from the pillows.
Shea… it smelled like Shea.
Chapter 9 ~ The Night
Shea backed away from her computer after emailing in her work, rubbing her tired eyes. She had finally finished a surgical report by the notoriously difficult Dr. Rajasthan. The thick Indian accent was incredibly challenging to understand at best, and occasionally it was just downright impossible. Even everyday layman terms were straining, much less the complexities of the medical language. Shea hated leaving blanks in the text, but her country bumpkin Montana ears could only do so much before they felt like they were going to explode.
She pushed her chair back and stood, stretching her stiff muscles as she crossed over to the fireplace to put some more wood on the low blaze. The snow had started up again two days ago when she had just gotten home from dropping Rhys off. She’d been holed up typing away for almost the whole time, trying to catch up on her transcription quota from the hours she missed when he first arrived. Her body ached from lack of motion, but, thanks to some good dictation, she’d managed to fly through a ton of work, catching up and then some. The only bad one had been the last report.
After stoking up the blaze and scratching Wolfie behind the ears, she meandered into her small kitchen to put away the remains of her dinner, a pot of elk stew that had fed her through the last day and a half of nonstop typing. She was just finishing up when Wolfie’s ears perked up and he lumbered over to the front window of the cabin.
The crunch of tires in the deep snow outside could faintly be heard
“This lady is different, though, McHugh. I think she’s too tough of a nut for me to crack.” Rhys seized on something—anything—to make McHugh less into whoring him out like this. “She’s really stubborn as all hell, boss. Her mind isn’t gonna change, no matter how much I lay it on her. She doesn’t seem to be falling for my usual schmoozing. I don’t know, maybe she’s a lesbian?”
“Hmm… well, that’s unfortunate. I’d rather catch my flies with honey, but sometimes a little bug bomb is really what it will take. So, if you really don’t think you can get to her, if you don’t think you’re going to be able to fuck it out of her, then get some dirt on her,” McHugh commanded. “Find something that she can’t control, something that will make her inconsequential.”
Damn. Not really where he was hoping this conversation would go. As much of a dick as he could be, Rhys didn’t want to hurt her. Remembering the bereft emotion in her eyes as she looked out over the valley, the sad lilt to her voice, he realized he really didn’t want anyone to hurt her.
Fuck.
“I’m not sure anyone could make Shea inconsequential, McHugh. I honestly think I could sway some of the others, but this one… she’s kind of like a pile of TNT. We could be stirring up one hell of a hornet’s nest by messing with her too much.” Here goes, Rhys thought. Try at get him off of her trail. “I think I should back off her, focus on the others.”
“Rhys,” the older man’s voice suddenly lost all joviality, and the serious tone expanded the dread Rhys felt growing in his gut. “I can’t do shit without her land. She’s got way too much and the location of it is simply too paramount to my plans. And, to top it off, she really has too much pull in that little backwoods town. I need you to take her down.”
Rhys exhaled in frustration.
“What is it, Rhys? Is there something else? Is she getting to you?”
“Of course not,” Rhys lied.
“Well, I hope not, my boy,” McHugh frowned. “We’ve got a good thing going. Don’t fuck it up.”
After giving him his orders, McHugh disconnected the call without any warning. Rhys tossed his phone on the small table in front of the window and flopped down on the bed. The room had been tidied by the maids while he was out with Shea, but a faint, fresh whiff emanated from the pillows.
Shea… it smelled like Shea.
Chapter 9 ~ The Night
Shea backed away from her computer after emailing in her work, rubbing her tired eyes. She had finally finished a surgical report by the notoriously difficult Dr. Rajasthan. The thick Indian accent was incredibly challenging to understand at best, and occasionally it was just downright impossible. Even everyday layman terms were straining, much less the complexities of the medical language. Shea hated leaving blanks in the text, but her country bumpkin Montana ears could only do so much before they felt like they were going to explode.
She pushed her chair back and stood, stretching her stiff muscles as she crossed over to the fireplace to put some more wood on the low blaze. The snow had started up again two days ago when she had just gotten home from dropping Rhys off. She’d been holed up typing away for almost the whole time, trying to catch up on her transcription quota from the hours she missed when he first arrived. Her body ached from lack of motion, but, thanks to some good dictation, she’d managed to fly through a ton of work, catching up and then some. The only bad one had been the last report.
After stoking up the blaze and scratching Wolfie behind the ears, she meandered into her small kitchen to put away the remains of her dinner, a pot of elk stew that had fed her through the last day and a half of nonstop typing. She was just finishing up when Wolfie’s ears perked up and he lumbered over to the front window of the cabin.
The crunch of tires in the deep snow outside could faintly be heard
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