Hunt Me Down: A Fight for Me Series Stand-Alone Novella by A.L. Jackson

Author:A.L. Jackson [Jackson, A.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Publisher: A.L. Jackson Books Inc.
Published: 2017-11-28T16:00:00+00:00

You are delicious. I knew you’d be. I can’t wait for the full meal.

It took all of five seconds for a message to show in my inbox—just like I knew one would.

I’d rather starve.

I chuckled beneath my breath. God, there was nothing I liked more than a feisty woman. And I was beginning to think I liked this one best.

“Your father is pushing to close this deal by whatever means it needs to be done. So far, he hasn’t sent anyone down there, but you know what will happen if he does.”

Anger ratcheted up in my chest as I stared out the window from the backseat of the Lincoln, my attention hooked on the old building that had seen far better days. “I told him this was my deal and to stay out of it. I’m tired of him making a mess of things. There are protocols that need to be followed.”

James sighed. “He’s not exactly a man who listens to reason. What’s the end goal here?”

I swallowed hard. “The same as it always is.”

“Then I’ll try to hold him off.”

I nodded, even though I knew he couldn’t see it. “Thank you for giving me the heads up.”

“You know I always have your back.”

“I do.”

“Keep me posted.”

“Okay,” I said as I killed the call, giving myself a few moments to study my surroundings. Finally, I sucked in a breath, pushed open the door to the car, stood, and straightened my jacket as I headed straight for the door.

I didn’t hesitate.

I just swung it open and strode inside as if I owned the place.

It was only a matter of time before I did.

My entrance didn’t seem to faze the elderly woman who stood hunchback behind the counter. She just tilted her head a fraction to reveal her knowing, gray gaze.

Ah. No doubt, this was a woman who had seen many things. Made wise through the wounds of life.

“Addelaine Tindall,” I said, my voice low but somehow soft.

She gave a slight nod. “Mr. Wolfe.”

“I take it no introductions are necessary?”

A deep, short laugh echoed from her as she shook her head and went back to organizing the papers she had strewn across the counter. “That fancy suit you’re wearing is really what gives it away. Considering I’m the only one in these parts who could make something so fine, I know you must be from out of town.”

I began to wander the small storefront on the bottom floor, taking in the old pictures on the walls. The vast majority of them featured beaming brides in their custom wedding gowns. Others were family portraits that served as thank yous and endorsements. Proof of the talent that resided within these walls.

“Besides, men who look like you don’t typically walk through that door, Mr. Wolfe.”

I barely glanced back at her. “And what do I look like, Mrs. Tindall?”

“You look like a broken heart.”

I hummed in question. “Do I really look that dangerous?”

The small sound she made was somehow both disbelieving and affectionate. Catching me off guard, it made me pause and shift so I could read her expression.

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