Saved by Sin [Paladin Protection Agency 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Susan Hayes Page A

embellishment.”
    Remington’s steel-gray eyes widened slightly at her outburst, but he remained silent as Michelle and he traded stares for what felt like an age before Sinjin finally spoke into the silence.
    “Sir, can we take this into your office? I’m sure Michelle would like to sit down. I know I would. It’s been a hell of a day.”
    “Good idea.” Remington stepped back and gestured for the others to enter first. Once the door was closed, he turned back to face them and cleared his throat. “I apologize for my comment in the hallway, Ms. Jamieson. It was uncalled for and unprofessional.” He took a seat behind a broad desk of polished marble and steel as the two men stood staring, both of them clearly stunned by Remington’s apology.
    “Holy shit, he apologized. I’m pretty sure that’s a sign the world is ending,” Jase declared in a stage whisper that nearly had Michelle giggling again.
    “And he didn’t even burst into flames. Who’d of believed it?” Sinjin added as he settled her onto a leather sofa and took a seat beside her, one arm draped along her shoulders in a gesture that was equal parts protective and possessive.
    Remington simply snorted with laughter and shook his head at them. “That’s enough out of you two.”
    He ran a hand over his crew-cut hair and let his gaze settle back on Michelle, and once again she felt the weight of his assessing stare. “I’d like to record this meeting Ms. Jamieson, so we can review it later. Do I have your permission?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then we’ll begin.” He moved his hand to a small console on his desk. “We’re now being recorded. If you’re thirsty or hungry, I’ll have something brought in for you.”
    “No, I’m fine. I just want this over with. The sooner I tell you what’s happening, the sooner we can figure out what to do about it.” She took a deep breath, her gaze moving from Remington to Jase. “In the past three days, I’ve been stalked and assaulted by my former boyfriend, Robert Tanner III. Today he also attacked Sinjin.”
    Jase gaped at her in shock, while Remington frowned. “Robert Tanner, the former Vice President of Tanner Entertainment? Ms. Jamieson, that’s impossible. The man’s been dead for almost a week.”
    Michelle gathered her courage and squared her shoulders, determined to make them all understand. “I’m aware of that, Mr. Remington. However, the fact remains that since his funeral three days ago, I’ve had several contacts with someone or something that sounds and acts just like Robert did before his death. I know it’s him. I don’t know how he’s managed it, but he’s haunting me, and I want it to stop.”
    “Sin?” Remington’s gaze shifted off of her, and Michelle knew he was looking for confirmation that she wasn’t making this up, or worse, was suffering some sort of delusion.
    “Yesterday I witnessed a completely localized windstorm that appeared just as Michelle arrived at the lake, and later on I swear I heard a male voice state very clearly that Michelle was his. I’ve heard his voice before, sir, I believe it was Tanner.” Michelle felt a wave of relief as his firm tone and confidence eased her worries.
    Sin continued, “Today I was attacked. Another freak windstorm came howling across the lake while we were swimming in the shallows. One minute there was nothing but blue sky overhead, and the lake was as calm as a millpond. The next thing I know Michelle is yelling out a warning and then a wave of water hit me. I didn’t see anything, but it seemed as though there was something underneath the water, and it grabbed me. I mean physically grabbed me and hauled me under the surface and away from shore. It was the most surreal moment of my life. Like something out of a nightmare. There was nothing there, and yet something kept grabbing hold of my legs and pulling me down. If Michelle hadn’t swum out to me, I believe it, or he, would have killed me.”
    “Jesus,” Jase swore,