Amanda's Wolves(69)
Sawyer’s brow furrowed as he scrolled down numbers with a swipe of his thumb and then settled on one and held the phone up to his ear. “Yes. Jackson. We have to stop him. He can’t go to that site tomorrow. We have no way of knowing if that message was from the loggers or the bigots, but we can’t risk Jackson going there if there’s anything illegal happening. He could be in danger if the loggers believe we called him.”
Logan yanked himself to sitting also, releasing her breast. “Dammit. You’re right. That thought occurred to me earlier, and I ignored it.”
She jerked her gaze to Sawyer as he spoke into the phone. “Melinda. Yeah, it’s Sawyer. You need to call the safety guy, Jackson, and tell him not to come. It’s not safe.” He rubbed his forehead and breathed heavily while silence filled the room.
Finally, he spoke again. “No. Fuck. Dammit.” He glanced up at Amanda and Logan. “She called him on Trace’s phone. No answer.”
“Does she know where he lives?” Logan bounced off the bed, grabbed his jeans, and shrugged them on. His voice had been loud enough Melinda surely heard the question without need to repeat it.
Sure enough, Sawyer shook his head. “No.”
“Jazmine will,” Amanda offered.
Logan snapped his fingers. “Right. Call your sister.”
“What time is it?” Amanda asked as she scooted her butt to the edge of the bed.
“Nine.” Sawyer ended the call and grabbed his own jeans.
Amanda reached for her phone on the nightstand and quickly dialed her sister.
“Hey. You okay?”
“Yeah. Listen, are you with Jazmine?”
A slight hesitation before Mary responded. “Yeah.”
“We need to find her brother. It’s urgent. Ask her for his address.”
“Her brother? Jackson? Why?”
“Long story. But it’s important. Can I explain later?” Amanda heard muffled voices for long moments while Mary must have covered the receiver.
And then Jazmine came on the line. “Amanda? You okay?”
“I am. Listen, I know this is weird, but trust me. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important. Long story short, there may be trouble at the logging site he’s supposed to inspect tomorrow.”
Jazmine gasped. “God. How do you know? Never mind. I’ll text you the address now. Are you going to tell him about, you know, your men and what they are?”
“No. I don’t think so. It’s not about that.”
“Okay. Good. There. Text sent. Let us know more when you have a chance.”
“Will do. Thanks, Jaz.” Amanda ended the call and opened her text. “Got it.”
“Brilliant.” Logan leaned down and kissed her lips. “Let’s go.” He grabbed her panties off the floor and handed them to her.
“What the hell are we going to say to him?” she asked as she dashed around the room grabbing her clothes and getting them into place. Her hands shook with the adrenaline rush, making it difficult to get her shirt over her head or her jeans buttoned.
“No idea.” Sawyer grabbed his keys from where they’d fallen on the floor. “Let’s figure that out on the way.” He stuffed his feet into his boots and headed for the door.
“I’ll let Trace know about the second note as we drive,” Logan said.
“He’s going to be pissed we touched it,” Sawyer added.
“Yeah. You’re probably right. But then again, it’s still just a few words on a piece of paper. I don’t think the sheriff can do much about it at this point.”
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It was a long forty minutes to the address Jazmine had given them on the reservation. In that time, Logan squeezed the steering wheel so tight, his fingers hurt.
Amanda sat between them in the front seat of his truck, her thigh rubbing against his in a way that made it difficult to concentrate on what they needed to do.
Fortunately, before they got there, Logan had a plan.
By the time he pulled to the side of the road in front of the small neighborhood house where Jackson lived, he was prepared. “I got this.”
“You want us to wait in the car?” Amanda asked.
“Nope. Just saying.” He jumped to the ground and then turned around to grab her waist and haul her with him.
“Glad you have it figured out, because I’ve got nothin’,” Sawyer added.
The three of them made their way up the front walk and onto the patio. The house was quaint. Small but well maintained. Obviously Jackson took pride in his yard and possessions. The bushes on both sides of the patio were perfectly trimmed. The smell of freshly cut grass filled the air.
Logan wiped his hands on his jeans and knocked.