Fury Girl: Elayna Miller, Book Two by Jill Beene

Author:Jill Beene [Beene, Jill]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Beene Publishing
Published: 2016-12-28T05:00:00+00:00

The workers had all left for the day by the time Hyde and I were done touring the house’s shell. It was going to be more beautiful than I had hoped. The ceilings were higher, the master bedroom and bathroom were bigger. I didn’t know how I was going to fill it with furniture. I was glad that Camilla loved shopping for the home as much as she loved buying clothes. She had requested a copy of the blueprints and interior renderings so she could start planning.

“Happy with it?” Hyde asked as I took one last look around the foyer.

“Yes,” I said, smiling. “I am.”

“Then I am, too,” he said.

“Camilla’s going to go nuts over that kitchen,” I said, turning back towards Hyde as we walked back outside. “About as nuts as I went when I saw the master bathroom design. Mr. Berkin knows our weak spots, that’s for sure.”

Hyde grabbed my arm, gave a quick jerk, and then I was standing behind him. His muscles were taut, one large arm keeping me back, the other hand under his shirt on the right side, on the butt of his pistol. I peered around him to see the threat.

A man was standing on the dug-out pathway that led up to the front door. Construction workers hadn’t laid the brick there yet. I guessed he was in his very early twenties. His long blonde hair looked greasy, from not being washed or from too much pomade, it was impossible to tell. His cheap suit looked shiny in the fading light, and the plaid of his shirt was laced through with lime green. He was far shorter than Hyde, but from the outline of his body under the terrible suit, I could tell that he had spent many hours in the gym, probably trying to compensate for his height.

It was difficult for me to take him seriously. I had encountered some horrifying individuals in my time, and the truly dangerous ones didn’t puff out their chests, flex and posture like this guy did. They didn’t need to. He noticed my gaze lingering on his body and smirked, a look that made me want to bash his face in, make it impossible for him to make that smug expression ever again.

“Elayna Miller?” he asked.

“Who are you?” Hyde replied, almost in a growl.

I hadn’t seen Hyde react this way to anyone immediately before, and wondered if he hated the man’s suit as much as I did. Then again, maybe it was the man’s smarmy, bad-gangster-movie attitude that had Hyde’s alarm bells ringing.

“My name isn’t important,” he said.

“Then how do you know mine?” I asked, still leaning around Hyde to make eye contact.

I disentangled myself from Hyde’s hand and stepped around him. Hyde responded to my movement by drawing his gun and pointing it at the man’s head, but he let me pass.

“What kind of antiques dealer needs a full time bodyguard? Is it possible that you might not be exactly what you seem on the surface?” he said, his smirk still in place.

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