Intuition
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Cheating husbands, a missing girl, and a newly instated private investigator. Skye Briggs has worked some pretty interesting jobs before, but nothing compared to working for Donovan Investigations. Tailing cheating husbands isn’t as glorified as you’d think. When her boss hands her a cold case, she immediately has high hopes for solving the mystery.
Skye has busted her butt, trying to prove to her boss that she has what it takes to become an equal team player. However, this case is about to test her far beyond what she thinks she is capable of.
The deeper that Skye digs, the more dangerous the case becomes. Underlying forces do not want the past dug up. Some secrets should stay buried. Skye will have to fight back with everything she has if she wants to come out alive.
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Intuition - Jenni Bradley
1
Isat in my car , freezing my ass off outside of some dive bar and waiting for my mark. I had hung around for three worthless hours, waiting for the dumb schmuck to walk out of the bar with his flavor of the month. Thankfully, my semi-warm coffee was half-full and kept a tiny part of my misery at bay. I blew a heavy lung-filled breath out, watching the condensation form a smoky cloud as though I were Puff the Magic Dragon. This fall night felt more like the dead of winter. I yearned to start my car but didn’t want to look like a weirdo sitting in an idling car. It would be a dead giveaway that I was watching for something or someone. Who knew if this guy had friends who would tip him off? People, with things to hide, were plumb paranoid. At least, in my line of work they were. The unpredictable nature of my job had instilled a healthy dose of precaution, on my part.
My mother had wanted me to find a respectable husband and take care of our two children while tending to our home. She had expected my life to consist of PTA meetings and shuttling our kiddos to every extra-curricular activity known to man. I didn’t have an ounce of Martha Stewart in my genes. Of course, if I had, I wouldn’t be sitting in my car, spying on a sleazy, cheating husband. Or so the wife who hired me had wanted me to find out. I hate to admit it, but a wife’s intuition is rarely wrong.
In reality, I had become a private investigator. Which had become a sore subject for my mother. I graduated from Purdue University with a degree in business. I had worked in a multitude of settings, all of which were minimum paying jobs. Not one of them had come close to paying the bills. A clause should be mandatory on all college applications: although you obtain your degree, it by no means guarantees you a well-paying career after graduation.
I was out looking for a second job when I saw an ad in the paper for a receptionist for a small PI firm, Donovan Investigations. I immediately applied for the position, not all that enthused about it. Greta, the lady I would be replacing, was retiring and it paid more than my current clothing store position did. I jumped at the offer and haven’t looked back since.
I hired in as the new receptionist. I profusely begged the sexiest boss I had ever had the pleasure of working under––er, I mean for––to let me fill the temporary private investigator position. I had a short period of time to prove myself worthy of the role before he hired someone permanent and I went back to filing. Which, I am happy to report, that my filing skills were up to par. Those first months were tough. I worked around the clock, obtaining the hours for the PI license on top of my secretarial duties. With hard work and many sleepless nights, I finally obtained my license. On the downside, I was still stuck in my administrative duties until I found a suitable replacement.
Thus far, every client I had taken on had been happy with my results. Well, happy was a relative term. When they found out that their spouse was cheating, they were not one bit jovial. I took on these cases because following spouses around and taking pictures was not hard. More time-consuming than anything, with a hell of a lot of patience thrown in. I sucked at the whole patience thing. It wasn’t my forte, but I was working on that.
I snatched my e-cigarette from the cup holder, pushed the button, and sucked in the nicotine. This was my only chance at quitting the real thing. I loved to smoke but I needed a healthier option. This way, I got my nicotine fix without the other nasty little chemicals that saturated my lungs. After a couple of puffs, I put the e-cig down, feeling marginally better.
Before my mark was due to arrive, I had sat in the run-down bar, scoping the place out. I made sure to locate all of the potential exits. The one in the back was for employees only. The front was his only option. Plus, I needed visual confirmation that it was actually the guy and not his doppelganger. Once the douchebag strolled in and saddled up to the bar, I finished my O’Doul’s in a glass and headed out to my car and waited. I was jonesing to pick up my tablet and read one of my sizzling romances but the second I did, I would miss my chance. Not to mention that the light from the screen would light up the car like high beams to oncoming traffic on a bleak country. It’s difficult to adjust your eyesight and take useful pictures when your eyes keep the outline of the bright tablet haloed around your vision. Those precious seconds could make or break the case.
The quicker I gathered the incriminating evidence, the quicker I closed the case, and received the rest of the money. Retainers don’t pay all the bills and I liked my smut. I tried to budget my book purchases but it was a hopelessly lost cause. I lived pretty frugally as it was and reading was my only guilty pleasure at the moment. Not like my love life was anything to speak of right now. I guess you could say I was going through a dry spell at the moment. More like two years of strictly vibrator action. I should invest in Duracell stock. The Energizer Bunny runs out of steam with extended use. Which should be another mandatory clause boldly printed on the back of the battery package.
I took another hit off my e-cig, blew out the mist, and turned my wrist over to glance at my watch. At this rate, the bar would close before he emerged. Fuck, I didn’t have all night. Michael, my mark, was a good-looking guy. He had an athletic build, with a full head of hair. He carried a confidence that made the ladies flock to his side. I was completely unaffected seeing as he was married. Some women didn’t seem to be bothered by that little detail. Then again, when he came into the bar, my eyes were drawn to his ring finger and found it bare. Upon closer inspection, you could identify the tiny imprint that the ring had left behind. A bare ring finger was enough for most women to not need any further confirmation of a guy’s marital status. A simple lie from his lips would further confirm his bachelorhood.
The thing that stuck in my craw with this guy was that he seemed to have it all. His wife was beautiful. She kept herself well-manicured. When she had visited me at the office, her nails were done, her makeup was lightly applied, and her hair perfectly styled. How she had managed to appear flawless when she had a one-year-old kid amazed the hell out of me. If I were in the same position, I would be wearing yoga pants, a stained shirt, and my hair would be thrown haphazardly into a ponytail. My closet would be filled with comfy wool-lined Crocs. Makeup would totally be an afterthought and way too much trouble than it was worth.
The light from inside the bar spilled out in to the dark night, catching my attention. I carefully grabbed my camera. The settings had already been put on the desired shutter speed. I zoomed in on the smiling Glen as he wrapped his arms around a thin brunette with too much hairspray and snapped about fifty pictures as he glided them to his car. He opened the passenger door for her and before she climbed in, he pulled her against his body and slammed his mouth over hers. My shutter continued its clicking as I spied on them through the lens. I started my car as soon as he slid into the driver seat. I waited until he pulled out of the parking lot before I followed.
It was a piece of cake to follow them to the hotel a couple of blocks down. The brunette had fully engaged his attention. He would have a hard time picking up a tail when his passenger was giving his neck a tongue bath. So gross! I pulled in as he walked through the automatic doors of the hotel chain. I found a parking spot that gave me optimal advantage for my camera. I snapped him exiting the hotel, as well as the two of them reentering. I snapped the cover over the lens and stowed my camera back in its protective compartment. I spent a ton of cash purchasing this camera. It was my bread and butter, providing me the quality I needed, and it had already paid for itself.
I had enough evidence to prove to his wife that he was, in fact, cheating on her. There was no need for me to wait for them to check out. I plugged in my phone and scrolled through my artists until I found Kid Rock. I loved his gravelly and humbled voice. I cranked up the volume as I headed back to the office to download the SIM card. He was one of my favorite artists. He’d make you cry, shout profanities, and nod your head to the classic rock beat. He had a song for every emotional outlet.
I pulled up to the brownstone that housed our offices, ogling the nostalgic building. Every time my eyes soaked in the building, my body felt a sense of peace and belonging. It wasn’t any one particular thing that generated this feeling. I couldn’t pinpoint the origin. If I was honest with myself, I didn’t care to know the hows and the whys. The only thing that mattered was that it did. I belonged here, working alongside Nash as well as the other PIs. If I could fuck the crankiness out of Nash, my life would be complete. He growled at me constantly, never at Ryker or Hawke, the other two PIs. Then again, they have some kind of brotherhood relationship. I’m not sure how they knew one another. I didn’t question the dynamics. It’s not any of my business, even though the questions sat heavily in my chest as though I had a bad case of heartburn. They had made it abundantly clear the day I was hired that they were not open to sharing intimate details of their lives.
I climbed the stairs two at a time, excited to put this case to bed. I hated to have to give her the bad news but it was what I was paid to do. She would be better without him. The alimony alone would set her up for the rest of her life. She wouldn’t have to work and could raise her daughter how she wanted. It was a win-win, in my book. After some time passed, she would be able see reason and be glad that she had found out the truth. At least that’s what I had hoped. There was nothing worse to me than living a lie.
I rushed passed Nash’s office, not daring to peek in. I knew he was there because his truck was parked in his usual spot.
Briggs, get your ass in my office,
he barked out.
Damn. I was so close. He had an uncanny knack of knowing exactly where I was. No matter how unsettling it may be, I relished in its sweet comfort. I about-faced and headed straight through his office door. I plopped into the oversized chair that sat opposite of his masculine oak desk. I mentally sighed at his dark, brooding sexiness. I tried like hell to remain as impassive as I could. Even though his mere presence flooded my system as rapidly as the water surged over the falls of Niagara.
What’s up, boss man?
I oozed saccharinely.
Why are you back at the office this late?
His voice deepened another notch.
I barely managed to stop my eyes from rolling. I got the final proof for one of my cases. I wanted to get them downloaded before tomorrow. This way I could call Brenda first thing in the morning and get it closed out.
He gentled his tone. It could have waited until morning.
I smiled at his softer side. I didn’t want to wait. Now I can sleep with a clear conscience, knowing that the pictures are safely stored on my hard drive.
All right then. I won’t keep you.
I swiftly pulled myself from the comfortable chair and hightailed it to my office before I lost myself in his steel-gray eyes. Knowing my luck, I probably left a wet spot on the chair. God, that man was put on this earth solely to please a woman––mainly this woman. My vagina screamed all sorts of nasty words at me for leaving his office. I sat at my desk and ran my hands along my face, utterly sexually frustrated. I lay my head on the desk and banged it against the hard wood, trying to dispel my growing attraction for my boss.
Are you sure you’re okay?
I lifted my head at the swift pace of a snail. Could my humiliation become any worse? I caught the slight twitch of his lips with my eyes as I finally made contact with his chiseled facial features. His lips begged to be kissed. They were full and arousing. I bet they were as soft as they appeared. With the right amount of pressure those lips could have you skyrocketing into the next atmosphere.
I counted to three as I let out a breath, trying to regulate my rapid heartbeat. Yeah. It’s been a long day. Nothing a bed can’t cure.
My cheeks instantly heated as my remark registered.
He let out a husky chuckle that shot straight to my nether regions. My lids opened wider and my mouth went slack.
Finish up and go warm up your bed.
His comment went bedroom husky and his jaw muscles clenched.
I stared after his retreating back. He had turned and went back to his office as silently as he had entered mine.
Jesus, what the hell was wrong with me? I had worked alongside him for almost a year now. Today was no different from the last three hundred and some. I needed to get laid. If I didn’t, I feared for Nash’s safety. There was no telling when my self-control would snap and I would physically jump on him, demanding him to ease the ache. He had never insinuated that our relationship was anything more than boss and employee.
It’s not that I was ugly. If I had to put myself in a particular category, I’d say that I was the girl next-door type with a naturally athletic build. Not that I did any exercise to keep it that way. I had an ample bust size, straight white teeth––despite many years of smoking––and artic-blue eyes. I kept my chestnut hair a little past my shoulders, with blonde highlights woven throughout. I could get a man if I wanted but I had focused most of my time and energy in proving myself to Nash that I wanted this position. It hadn’t left enough time to form a meaningful relationship with the opposite sex. Cutting aside the bullshit, I only wanted one man and he remained less than fifty feet from me but oceans apart emotionally.
I huffed out another frustrated breath while I inserted the SIM card with more force than necessary. Shit! Reining in my frustration took as long as it did to download the pictures. I created a new folder and labeled it Glen. Before I took out the SIM, I made sure to click on every picture to ensure that the quality was pristine. I deleted the ones that weren’t. I could not pass off a bad picture. The wife might refute the evidence if they were not perfect. If I had to do another stakeout, I would. Thankfully, these pictures depicted Glen and his lover exceptionally well. There was no denying that it was her husband. I powered down the computer and packed away the equipment. I stowed my camera back in the safe that I kept in my office. I would no longer need it tonight.
I shut the light off and closed my office door. Night, Nash. See you in the morning,
I called out, not bothering to stop. There was no need to torture myself any further.
Night, Skye.
My body shivered as the huskiness of his voice caressed every inch of my body. When he used my last name, I knew he was in a serious mood. When he used my first name, it rolled off his tongue intimately. Too bad he didn’t use it very often. I counted my lucky stars that the drive home was short. I was running on empty. My eyeballs felt as though they were fighting a sandstorm at the moment. I strolled into my darkened home and headed straight for bed. There was no need for lights. I had memorized the layout years ago. I kept a pretty tidy house simply because I was never in it. I peeled my clothes off and dove under the covers. The great thing about living alone was that I could walk around naked all I wanted and I most certainly did.
2
Why did the sun have to be so damn bright? I cracked open my swollen eyelids, wishing that I could continue to hibernate under the covers for the rest of the day. Unfortunately, the bills don’t pay themselves and as far as I know, I hadn’t woken up rich. That would have been a pleasant surprise. I pulled back the beckoning comforter and slid clumsily out of bed. I was definitely not a morning person. It took me at least five strong cups of coffee before I could think properly. Some days I threw the creamer right in the glass bowl and drank from the pot.
I stumbled around my place until the caffeine hit my system. After I had two cups of coffee and the nicotine from my e-cig, I was coherent enough to drive to the office. I had to have my wits about me when I was there. Working in a male-dominated atmosphere demanded that I be at the top of my game at all times.
Ryker and Hawke were ex-military and just as badass as the day they were honorably discharged from the Delta Force. That’s all I basically gathered from the minimal information I had on them. I didn’t even know whether they had first names or not. They were built like brick houses, with intimidation written all over them. They didn’t need last names. They were that cool. Nash was a whole different specimen. He was bigger than Ryker and Hawke and meaner. His muscles had muscles but they weren’t the veiny muscles that the extreme bodybuilders get. His were sleek and sexy. In my fantasies, I’d run my fingers along the valleys and ridges that made up his body. My imagination ran wild with scenes of him and me in the bedroom. Nash was the ultimate Alpha male and his background was even more convoluted than Ryker and Hawke’s.
I shook my head, clearing the images of Nash naked, and neutralized my face before I headed into the office. With my game face on and a coffee in my hand, I stormed up the steps. I called out a hello to whoever was listening. A bunch of mumbles rang out. I grinned to myself, enjoying the nominal banter. They were coming around. It wouldn’t be long and I would have them muttering two-word sentences.
I glanced at the clock. I had an hour to get everything together for my meeting with Mrs. McGonnel. I powered on the computer and waited for it to load. I put in the SIM card and printed out the whole file. I linked my hands together behind my head and leaned back in the chair while propping my feet up on the desk. I closed my eyes and listened to the steady drum of the printer.
That’s the poster image of hard work, right there.
My body jerked at the sound of Nash’s baritone