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“Call her and find out,” he countered. “Want to know whyI’mcalling?”
“Yes,” I said through gritted teeth.
“I got the license plate number off Ellie’s car. It also wasn’t locked. No purse. No cell. Gas tank was empty. Pulled the registration from the glove box. Car’s registered to Nora Flores. Tag agrees.”
Nora Flores. “Never heard of her,” I said, scratching the back of my neck.
I was naked in my hall, my dick hard.
“The car was reported stolen yesterday morning.”
Ellie stole a car? “What?”
“Nora Flores works as a housekeeper at the Rocking M Ranch.”
I frowned. “The Mann place? Fuck, that guy’s an asshole,” I said, rubbing a hand over my face.
“Yeah. Mann himself called it in, even though it’s not his car. Said it was taken from his property.”
“Why would Ellie steal a car from Lance Mann? Is Ellie’s real name Nora?”
“No. DMV has Nora’s height at five-ten and weighs one-ninety. She’s also fifty-nine.”
“That’s not Ellie,” I muttered. What the hell was going on?
“Yeah, well, neither is your girl. There’s no DMV record of an Ellie Raintree.”
“She’s from Seattle,” I reminded. “Probably has a Washington State license.”
“Yeah? Then where is it? Like I said, no purse in the car. No cell, either. I don’t know of a single woman who doesn’t leave the house without either.”
She definitely didn’t have them on her when we’d found her in the snow.
“Ellie’s probably short for something. Ellen or Elaine or Elizabeth.”
“Maybe. She’s not in my bed. She’s in yours. Ask her.”
“Colt,” I warned.
“Don’t make me sayI told you so.”
16
ELLIE
The soundof a snowmobile woke me up. Once again, I was alone in Trig’s bed. This time, naked. This time, sore. God, what we’d done the night before! I was definitely no longer a virgin. I shifted my thighs and they were sticky and my pussy was damp from… God, Trig’s cum.
Even through the closed door and floor of Trig’s sturdy house, I could hear Lainey. For a small person, she was really loud. Trig was talking with her, but his voice was more muted. Until I heard heavy–and fast–footsteps coming up the stairs. Then Lainey was quiet and Trig was shouting.
“Lainey! Wait. Stop!”
Lainey flung open the bedroom door and all I had time to do was blink and pull the comforter up by my shoulders.
She saw me and grinned. “If it wasn’t my brother’s dick we’d be talking about, I’d want to know every dirty detail of why you look so well fucked.”
Trig came in right behind her. He groaned. “Lainey.”
“I’m here to collect my new sister. We’re having a girl’s day.”
