Desperate Measures (Harlequin Intrigue)
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Ty shrugged and snatched up the letter with his name on it. “Women never leave you secret admirer notes, Grady?”
“No, women used to leave me themselves,” Grady said with a sharp grin.
“Used to,” Ty replied with a snort. “Old married man.”
“Ain’t half-bad with the right marriage, in my experience.”
“Sage advice from the married-for-less-than-a-year. You come talk to me when you’ve got a few decades under your belt.”
“Won’t change anything,” Grady replied with a certainty that didn’t make any sense to Ty. How could anyone possibly be sure? Especially Grady? His mother had been married more times than Ty could count. At least Ty’s dad had had the good sense to stop after Mom had died. Focused his making people miserable on his kids instead of on a new woman.
“You okay?” Grady asked casually enough.
“Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
“You seem...”
Ty looked up at his cousin and raised an eyebrow.
“Edgy,” Grady finished, heeding none of Ty’s nonverbal warnings.
“I’m always edgy,” Ty said, trying to flash the kind of grin he always flashed. It fell flat, and he knew it.
“No. You’re always a little sharp, a little hard, but you’re not usually edgy.”
Ty shrugged. “Just waiting for the curse to hit us trifold. Or is it quadruple-fold? Can’t keep up with you all.”
“If you believe in town curses, it’s out-of-your-mind-fold.” Grady still stood behind the cash register even though he’d finished his work. “If you’ve got trouble, you only need to share it, cousin. Mine, cow or woman?”
Ty wanted to smile at the old code they’d developed as kids. But the problem was he didn’t know what kind of trouble he’d brought home. Whatever trouble it was, though, it was his problem. They’d had enough around here lately, and with Van and Laurel pregnant, Ty wasn’t going to make a deal about things.
He was going to handle it. He always handled it.
“Be down for opening,” Ty grumbled, dreading the Saturday night crowd. He moved through the bar to the back room, not looking down at the letter clutched in his fist. He walked up the stairs, forcing himself not to break into a jog. When he stepped into his apartment, he ripped open the envelope, trying not to focus on the lack of postage.
He pulled out a small, white piece of paper, eyes hurrying over the neatly printed words.
It must be nice to be home with the people you love—family, sure, but first loves most of all.
It won’t be so nice to lose. One or the other.
Ty crumpled the note as his hand curled into a fist. He reared his arm back, ready to hurl it into the trash, but he stopped himself.
He smoothed the note out on the counter and studied it. Whoever was threatening him anonymously would have to be stopped.
Which meant he had to figure out who wanted to hurt him and was close enough to drop an unstamped letter in his mailbox.
The people you love.
Not on his watch.
* * *
JEN DELANEY WAS as pretty as he’d been told. It gave him a little thrill. As did watching her while she hadn’t a clue anyone was watching. She stocked shelves, waited on the occasional customer, all while he watched from the viewfinder of his camera.
He’d had to take a break when Ty Carson had sauntered up, but that had given him time to leave the note.
Ty Carson.
Feeling the black anger bubble in his gut, he lowered the camera. He took deep calming breaths, and counted backward from ten just like Dr. Michaels always told him to.
He found his calm. He found his purpose. He slid into the car he’d parked in the little church parking lot. He exchanged his camera for his binoculars.
He could just barely make Jen out through the storefront of Delaney General. She was the perfect target. In every way.
And when he targeted her, he’d make Ty fear. He’d make Ty hurt. He’d ruin his life, step by step.
Just like Ty had ruined his.
On one last breath, he smiled at himself in the rearview mirror. Calm and happy, because he had his plan in place.
Step one: charm Jen Delaney.
It shouldn’t be hard. He knew everything about her. Thanks to Ty.
Copyright © 2019 by Nicole Helm
ISBN-13: 9781488045875
Desperate Measures
Copyright © 2019 by Carla Bracale
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