RUSH (Montgomery Men #1) - C.A. Harms Page 0,59

seeped through.

I’d hurt a good man.

“I’m sure his brother the PI found out everything,” I explained to Rig. “And I don’t think Ashton will do anything with the information. Well, nothing other than continue using it as the ammunition he needs to keep hating me.”

“You’re being dramatic, sweetheart,” Rig assured me.

“You didn’t see his face or hear what he said. It was awful.” Every time I remembered the anger in his eyes, my stomach knotted with disgust. “I’ve tried to call him so many times I’ve lost count. I’ve texted him, and even Lex has been unable to reach him. Maybe it’s best if I just relocate.” The idea of leaving New York made my heart race with unease, but I was unsure of how to handle this.

“You aren’t going anywhere, kid. You need to relax,” Rig said calmly. Sometimes his lack of emotion drove me crazy. How could he not think this was all one fucked-up cluster of shit? Hadn’t he been paying attention?

“We’ll keep a lookout for any change in Jase’s activities. You need to keep your head held high and go about your life. Let us handle the shit.”

I rarely questioned Rig. After all, he wasn’t the kind of guy any sane person would argue with, but I was having a real hard time with this situation.

ASHTON

THE MOMENT THE WHEELS OF my jet touched down on the runway of JFK, I got even more anxious. I’d cleared my head. I’d done all I could to dispose of my anger over her deceit. Now I was ready to get to the bottom of this.

I turned my phone on with the intention of calling Kinsley to set up a time to talk and was surprised to find multiple messages from Lex.

Hell, when I left for L.A. I had nothing from him. But during one weekend, he’d gone crazy.

Lex: Did you even give her a chance to explain?

Lex: I just spent hours consoling Kinsley. It should have been you holding her.

He called her Kinsley. My stomach dropped because that meant he too knew she’d lied about everything.

I didn’t take the time to read any more of his messages.

Instead I waited impatiently for my pilot to get his shit together so I could get the fuck off this plane.

Murray was waiting at the car with the door open and a scowl on his face when I stepped off the staircase leading up to the jet. “Bad weekend, Murray?” I asked as I got into the backseat.

When he shut the door without a response, I assumed I was correct.

“The office or your penthouse first?” he asked without turning to face me. Apparently my driver was equally irritated with me. Had my employees all gotten together while I was out of town and decided I was the bad guy in all this?

“Is there something you need to say, Murray?” I’d know the man for more than ten years. He was an ex-Marine and worked with Knoxville for a while before I hired him. He was more like family now then just a driver and all-around security guy. But that sure as hell didn’t mean I would tolerate his attitude.

“Just glad to have you back, sir,” he said as if that would be explanation enough.

When I stared at him through the review mirror without telling him where to drive, he sighed in frustration.

“Lex is, as you know, a bit insane,” he began, and I didn’t disagree because Lex was so much more than just insane, he was exhausting. I nodded. “Listen, Ashton, I don’t know what happened between you and Ms. Masterson, but Lex seems real unhappy about the outcome. He’s been down my throat for more than twenty-four hours, and on more than one occasion I’ve considered using my Taser.” I chuckled, and he turned around in the seat to face me. “I can promise you that I am completely serious.”

I averted my eyes. “She lied, Murray, about everything.” I closed my eyes tightly. “Her name is Kinsley Hellman, and she’s married.”

A silence set in between us. I’m sure he hadn’t expected that.

“So your office, then?” he asked.

I shook my head and finally looked up at him. “Stockman and Wright Law Office.”

His stare remained locked on mine. I knew he wanted to question my request, only he didn’t.

For the next twenty minutes, the only sound in the car was the soft rock filtering out of the radio’s speakers. Multiple messages were waiting for me on my cell, and those from Lex kept getting