Smolder by Helen Hardt

Author:Helen Hardt [HARDT, HELEN]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781642633375
Publisher: Waterhouse Press

Chapter Twenty-Three

Rory

I’m standing on the sidewalk in front of Doc Sheraton’s home when my nerves strike. My feet don’t want to move.

“You okay?” Callie asks.

“Yeah.”

“What happened to the I’m damned sure I want to do this?”

I clear my throat. “I’m good. Good. Just for a moment, I saw myself spread-eagled and naked coming across everyone’s Twitter feed.”

“We don’t have to do this, Ror.”

“No. We do have to do this. We need to put an end to this once and for all.” I stride up the pathway to the front stoop, and before I can think better of it, I knock harshly on the door.

Callie stands next to me, her eyes on fire.

We’re ready. Don’t fuck with the Pike sisters.

Except that no one comes to the door.

I pound on it once more.

“Rory, they have a doorbell.”

“I don’t care. I feel like pounding on the door, and I’m going to pound on the door.” I throw my fist against it a third time.

“You can hurt your hand,” Callie says.

“You kidding me? I feel nothing. I’m angry right now, Callie. Really, really angry. I can’t believe they think they can do this to us.”

Finally the door opens in front of me.

“Of course,” Callie says dryly. “Going to break a few windows over here as well?”

Pat Lamone stands in front of us, framed by the doorway. “The Pike sluts. Where’s your criminal brother?”

“Filing a false police report carries a penalty of up to six months in jail,” Callie says.

Pat ignores the comment. “What do the two of you want?”

“We want to see Doc Sheraton.”

“He’s out of town.”

“Great, just great,” I say.

“Where is he?” Callie demands. “We want his number.”

“I’m not giving you his personal cell number.” Pat’s hands whip to his hips.

“Yeah, you are. We think he might be really interested in this email that came from his account.” I shove a hard copy of the email under Pat’s nose.

He grabs it from me. “Let me see that.”

“We know Brittany sent this. Or maybe you did. Whoever did had access to the doc’s computer.”

“I didn’t send it.”

“Right. You expect us to believe that.” Callie shakes her head. “You’re even dumber than I thought.”

“Actually, this is probably Brittany’s work.”

“So you’re going to sell out your little girlfriend,” I say. “Typical.”

“Brittany and I broke up.”

“Which explains why you’re in her father’s house.” I roll my eyes.

“Okay… We didn’t technically break up. But my plans are to break up with her.”

“You better quiet down,” Callie says. “She’s going to hear you, Pat.”

“Brittany’s not here. She went to Wyoming with her dad. I’m house-sitting.”

“Why’d they go to Wyoming?” I demand.

“How the hell should I know? Business, I guess.”

“What the hell kind of business does a small-town veterinarian have?” Callie asks.

“Do I look like a freaking encyclopedia? I don’t know. I’m just house-sitting.”

I whisk past him then, walk right into the home. “You won’t mind if we come in, then. Have a look around.”

“I don’t mind, but the doc might. You’re trespassing.”

“You a cop?”

He says nothing.

“Of course he’s not a cop,” Callie says.

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