Defending Hearts. Rebecca Crowley

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      “Boardroom.”

      Kate grabbed her notebook, stuck her feet into the high heels under her desk and clomped down the hall. Must be those guys from the cash-in-transit business, she concluded irritably. Because telling them for a third time that Peak Tactical didn’t want to form a partnership would really complete her already fantastic afternoon.

      She swung open the boardroom door and stopped dead.

      “Roland. Oz. Hello.”

      The two men half-stood in greeting, but she waved them down as she took a seat on the opposite side of the long table. “What can I do for you gentlemen?”

      Roland frowned. “Aren’t you expecting us? I spoke to your receptionist this morning.”

      Goddammit, Lorraine. “I’m sorry, the message didn’t get through. How can I help?”

      Oz wouldn’t look at her, focusing instead on the edge of the table. She couldn’t tell whether his stony expression veered more toward apology or hostility, and in the end she supposed it didn’t matter. His demeanor broadcast that he didn’t want to be here, and he didn’t want to see her.

      Too bad for him, she decided, trying not to notice how exceptionally hot he looked. Black hair perfectly coiffed, cheeks smoothly shaven, T-shirt just tight enough to—

      Roland interrupted her thoughts. “Oz says the personal security installation at his house was both sensitively and comprehensively done, so thank you. Unfortunately, we’re back.”

      Had Oz really said that? She glanced at him for confirmation, but he was pokerfaced.

      Roland continued, “Skyline is playing away on Friday, at Boise Amity. They’re a brand-new club, keen to make an impression, but they have relatively limited funding after one of their sponsors went bust. Their manager called me yesterday to let me know they’ve received several anonymous calls threatening both teams if Oz is allowed to play.”

      She winced. “Citizens First?”

      “Probably. They’ve got a pretty substantial following in the area.”

      “Do the local police think the threats have any credibility?”

      “Probably not, but none of us want to take chances. Amity is low on resources and I don’t want to embarrass the manager by making demands for personal security, so I wanted to ask whether you—or maybe a wider team from Peak Tactical—can accompany us to Boise.”

      Kate tried not to grin. Cha-ching!

      “VIP services are our bread and butter. I recommend we subcontract personnel in Boise once we have a more detailed understanding of the situation. That’ll be cheaper for Skyline as it prevents us potentially flying people we don’t need across the country.”

      Roland nodded. “If possible, I’d also like you to attend, and compile a report after the trip that might help us develop a framework for player security going forward. I certainly hope this is a one-off, but in case it’s not, we should have a policy we can refer to.”

      “Absolutely.” Sales numbers and a trip across the country. She fought the urge to raise her fist in triumph. “Let’s consider Boise a test case, after which I’ll draw up recommendations for the rest of the season.”

      “Perfect. I also wanted to—” He pulled his buzzing phone from his pocket and frowned at the screen. “Sorry, this is urgent. I’ll be right back.”

      Roland rounded the table, opened the door as he answered the call and then shut it again, his voice dulling through the wall.

      That left her and Oz. Alone.

      Silence stretched long and wide. She clasped her hands in her lap. She wouldn’t make this comfortable for him. Oh, no. If he had something to say, he could damn well—

      “How are you?” He finally looked at her, raising those big eyes to fix her with an inscrutable gaze.

      “Fine,” she replied primly. “Yourself?”

      “Not great.”

      “I’m sorry to hear that.”

      “My best friend threw a party on Saturday night. Everyone was having a great time, and then I acted like a little bit of a dick.”

      One corner of her mouth lifted. “A little bit?”

      “I acted like a dick.”

      “How big are we talking? Five inches? Six?”

      He put the edge of his left hand on the table and planted his right hand next to it. Then he slid his right hand over to make the space in between wider. And wider. And even wider.

      “I’ll believe that when I see it,” she told him dryly.

      He smiled, flattening his palms on the table. “My point is, I behaved badly and I’m sorry. I’ll apologize to Jared if you think it’s necessary.”

      “He’s moved on and so have I. I appreciate your apology, though.”

      “Good.” He paused, and the humor in his expression dimmed. “Can I show you something in confidence? I don’t want Roland panicking.”

      Mentally she stumbled at his sudden switch from personal to professional, and it took her a second to shift gears. “Of course, go ahead.”

      He pulled out his phone, tapped and scrolled, and then handed it over.

      “More of these Ausonius comments,” she murmured. “Your privacy settings are all locked down?”

      “As tightly as anything on the Internet can be. I triple-checked when these comments started appearing. Every time I block this person, a new username pops up with the same content.”

      She leaned back in her chair, thinking through the problem as he asked, “Do you think I’m overreacting? I don’t want to alarm Roland if it’s just some stupid fan of a rival team who thinks they’re funny. For all we know this person might not even be in America, let alone anywhere near Atlanta.”

      “It’s always good to be overcautious, and I would tell you if it felt completely benign. The persistence, though, raises a red flag for me. This person doesn’t seem to be getting bored.”

      Oz shook his head. “The opposite, if anything.”

      “Let me talk to our cyber-security guy. We’ll keep it off the record for now, and I’ll let you know if he suggests we do something Skyline might have to pay for.”

      “I’ll pay for it. It’d be worth it to keep Roland from freaking out any more than he already is.”

      “I’ll give our guy a call and see what he says. Otherwise—Here’s Roland.”

      The manager burst into the room, blatantly preoccupied as he glanced at his watch. “Bad injury news, I’m afraid. I need to get back to the training ground. Are we done here?” Then, softening his СКАЧАТЬ