Long Way Down (Fallen Angels MC) by Laura Day Read Free Book Online Page B

jingled. They kept the office door locked on Saturdays so that they could actually get some work done, so jingles meant that someone was coming in with keys, which, on Saturday, was either Caroline or Jack. Everyone else found better ways to spend their weekends and worked later during the week. “Caroline,” he called out in greeting.
     
    “Jack,” she called back. It was only when she picked up the chair in front of his desk, dragged it around to the side, and plopped down into it that he looked up. “I need a favor,” she said.
     
    “So, you’re asking me to find out what account these were deposited to, who did the depositing, and who owns the account? As well as anything else I can find out?” Jack whistled through his teeth. “Caro, that’s a hell of a tall order.”
     
    “I know it is,” she said, smiling to herself at the way he’d picked up the nickname, the same way Mason had. “I’ll owe you big time.”
     
    “It’s not just that it’s hard to get information. This stuff is protected for a reason.”
     
    “They’re using his dead sister against him.”
     
    “So he says,” Jack said, his eyes cold. “I get it, the guy is good looking—hell, I wouldn’t say no to him if it came down to that—but you’ve known him for a day. You have no way of knowing if anything he says to you, at all, is true.”
     
    “I’ve seen the books,” Caro said. “There’s something up. And I am not taking his word for anything. If you find out who the account belongs to, we’ll know if it’s him.”
     
    Jack scrubbed his hands through his blond hair, thinning on top, and shook his head. “I’ll try. I know a guy. He has some resources. But I can’t guarantee anything.”
     
    “I know you can’t, Jack. But thank you. Thank you for trying. What do I owe you?” She reached for her wallet, and he shook his head, fast.
     
    “No, no, that’s not necessary. We’re friends, colleagues. I’m glad to help you out. If I can find out what’s happening, it’ll either tell you that he’s trouble—or it’ll tell you how much trouble you’re in. Either way, it’s good to know.”
     
    “It is,” she said. “But I don’t feel right giving you nothing in trade.”
     
    His gaze sharpened then, gliding down her throat to the swell of her breasts. “How serious is it with you and this guy?”
     
    “I don’t know that yet,” she said frankly. “What are you thinking about?”
     
    He shrugged. “My wife always wished you’d guest star in our bedroom. I always told her that I didn’t think you were into that, but if you really feel like you want to give something back—she’d rip my balls off if I didn’t ask.”
     
    He laughed quickly--harshly--and Caroline had the idea that it wasn’t just Jack’s wife, Missy, who was interested in the potential of a guest starring role in bed. “No pressure, Caro. I’ll try no matter what, but if you really want to trade? Yeah, that would be a favor worth having.” He waved her off again. “Now get out of here and enjoy your man. I’ll call you when I know something. Or when I know that I’m not going to know anything. Either way.”
     
    “Thanks, Jack. I owe you.”
     
    “Yeah,” he said. “You really do.”
     
    She was chuckling as she went back out to the car. Mason lifted an eyebrow at her from the passenger’s seat. “He’s going to look into it. Call me when he’s found out something.”
     
    “Simple as that?”
     
    “Well, no.”
     
    Mason sighed. “There’s always something. What’s he looking for? Cash? More than you can handle? I have something saved—”
     
    “No— God, no. Actually, he had a very different idea. He invited me to share his and his wife’s bed some night.”
     
    Mason went quiet and still, which she found interesting. “What did you say?”
     
    “He didn’t really give me the chance to say yes or no. Said he’d look into it either way, but that if I wanted to repay him, that’d be a