Edge Jump by Elizabeth Noble

Author:Elizabeth Noble [Noble, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JMS Books LLC
Published: 2018-06-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Brett grabbed breakfast and went back to their—his—room. The average sized hotel room now seemed cavernous and empty. He was tempted to try yodeling to see if there was an echo.

He pulled out his phone and checked for any message from Rylan. Blowing out a harsh breath, Brett tossed the phone onto the bed.

“He’s probably on the plane. No texts or calls allowed. I’ll be lucky if he sends me anything. I don’t blame him for being pissed. I’m pissed at myself.”

Brett took the envelope of receipts and dropped it onto the bed. If Rylan was an addiction, maybe this was what withdrawal was like.

“Remember what happened to the other people you needed. Don’t get too attached, don’t need him.” Except he already did need Rylan and he’d likely use a much stronger word than attached to describe his feelings once he sorted them out.

His phone chimed, Brett snatched it off the bed and without looking at the screen he asked, “Rylan?” Who the hell was he kidding? No one, that’s who. Brett already missed Rylan.

There was a chuckle from the other end, a man’s voice, older, raspier and a welcome, comforting port in the storm raging in Brett’s head.

“That answers a lot of my questions,” George said. Brett could picture him sitting at his desk, leaning back in his chair. “Seems I’ll have to find a new Dom.”

“Huh? What, why—?”

“Yeah, we’ll get to that in a few minutes. I went over the scans you sent me of those receipts and I think I know what was bothering you,” George told him.

“Go on.”

“If you look at the receipts the signatures for card numbers ending in 0987 match, and the same is true with card number 2593.”

While George talked, Brett dumped the receipts onto the bed and moved them around. “Okay. What does that prove?”

“Nothing other than they kept receipts. However,” George paused, no doubt for dramatic effect and Brett imagined him holding up one finger. “There is one receipt with the card ending in 2698, look close the numbers are a bit smudged. The signature is similar to Clive’s but not the same.”

“Someone used a different card and tried to make it look like Clive’s? Why?”

“I have no idea,” George said. “But look at where the card was run.”

“Frisky Flirts. It’s a BDSM club here.”

“I know I looked up all the locations where the cards were used. And you forget, I handled your finances when you were on the road. No secrets from the accountant.” George paused. “Which leads me to another subject.”

“George, I—”

“Oh, shush and listen. That Rylan, he’s a sweet guy. The type of guy you build a life with, not just hop into bed with from time to time. The two of you are just what each of you needs. You both understand life on the road, commitments to your sport and most importantly both of you needs someone who needs someone. Brett, you’re my friend but sometimes you play it too safe. Jump off the edge once in a while,” George said.

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