Protect by Reagan Phillips

Author:Reagan Phillips [Phillips, Reagan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-14T16:00:00+00:00

7

"So, what is he like?"

Tate sat behind her desk with the phone behind her ringing off the hook.

"Shouldn't you get that?" Claire asked, nodding to the buzzing phone.

Tate shook her head. "They'll call back if it's important. I want details. You haven't been out with a man since you came to Rebel. I want every juicy second of last night in minute detail."

Telling Tate about Connor had been a mistake. She'd only mentioned him when Tate called her out for coming into the office with a grin and glowing skin. Then she'd asked who the guy was, and Connor's name had rolled off her lips before she could stop herself.

Five minutes of telling Tate, there wasn't much to say, and she was ready to give in and give the girl every detail she asked for.

"I've told you everything you're going to get. He's a guy, and we spent the night together. That's it."

Tate turned in her swivel chair, picked up the phone and told the caller she'd be with them soon before placing them on hold and turning back to Claire. "You're late coming in, and Jacob has been asking about you for two days now. I hope the story you have for him is better than the one you're giving me.

Before Claire could argue, Tate had turned back to the phone and was directing the caller to the correct department.

With Tate's attention diverted, Claire took the chance to escape and made it to her cubicle without being noticed by Jacob or any of the other reporters.

Who was she kidding? Unless she was picking up their coffee order, they never noticed her anyway.

She'd just pulled out her laptop and turned it on when her phone buzzed from her bag. She retrieved it and glanced at the screen.

He's not who you think.

The number for the text was unlisted. The same message as before, which had turned out to be Danny trying to trap her. She responded with her own text.

Not funny, Danny.

She stared at the screen for several seconds, waiting for a reply. When nothing came, she put her phone on her desk and began typing on the piece she'd done about the annual flower show at the civics center and the prize-winning roses that were later auctioned off for money to assist the local food bank. She'd just finished the paragraph about how the community was lucky to have such giving citizens when her phone buzzed twice.

Two texts. Claire froze, not sure how she felt about another message like the first. Turning the phone over the top notification was a reminder to pick up her monthly allergy medication from the pharmacy.

Underneath another unlisted number, this one with an attachment. Claire's finger staggered over the screen as a wave of ice-cold anticipation pulsed through her. If she deleted it, she'd never have to deal with whatever news she probably didn't want to know. Then she thought to call Connor and catch him up on the messages. She could open it with him.

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