Page 51 of Hot Damn
Within minutes Whit was begging to take off with them to check out all the carnival type stalls spread out over the practice rink.
I have no idea how much effort it took to cover the ice and put all this together but I have to admit it’s been a fantastic night.
The fans have been nice, enthusiastic, but respectful. And not one of them called me out on hiding a daughter for seventeen years.
There are a couple of reporters and photographers, although I think the latter are with the team not the reporters. I’ve spoken to three so far, all of them sticking to my game and how I feel about living somewhere so hot when I spend my working hours on ice.
I had a good chuckle over that question because it honestly hasn’t affected me. I’m sure when we’re in the thick of summer, and Whit and I only caught the tail-end of it when we arrived inBaton Rouge, I might have something to say but for now, it’s work as usual.
I spot Ray Denim walking my way and wait for him to reach me. The head of security is in his forties and looks like a man you don’t want to mess with. I heard he’s an ex-SEAL who started his own security company and now works for the Rogues.
His hand is already out when he gets a couple of feet away and I stretch mine out to meet it.
“Hey.”
“Mr. Higgison.”
“Shit, none of that. It’s Beckett or Bex.”
“Okay, Beckett. Call me Ray.” His eyes are on a constant sweep, scanning the area and coming back only to do it again and again. “I hear you need some security at your house. What did you have in mind?”
“Everything.”
His gaze snaps back to me. “Any particular reason why?”
“I have a system but Cami pointed out the garage isn’t connected to it and the door between it and my kitchen isn’t either.”
“Huh. Well, that’s dumb. May as well leave the front door open.”
“Yeah, anyway, there was a reporter on my doorstep earlier today that Cami didn’t like and I’ll be honest, the thought of my daughter being home alone now doesn’t sit well. I want to know she’s safe inside our house. Then there’s the incident with her car.”
“I heard about that. Oakley has me looking into some things with Amos on that.”
“Oh?” This is news to me.
“He found something and wanted me to take a look.”
“What? What did he find and why don’t I know about it?”
“Calm down. If it was a threat you would know; it’s not. But we think we’ve found the culprit in the tire incident. Amos is checking on one more thing, then he’ll report to Oakley.”
“Jesus.” I scrub a hand down my face. “How soon can you get something set up at my house?”
“I can get it done tomorrow or the next day. I’ll need to see what I’m working with then order the gear. I’ve probably got most of what you’ll need but it’ll have to come up from New Orleans.”
“Okay. I can give you a key now. The code for the less than brilliant alarm currently fitted. You can go in whenever you have the time.”
“All right. I’ll grab one of my guys and head over there now.” He looks at his watch. “This thing is supposed to go for another few hours. We should be finished before you get home and if I need any info, I’ll call.”
“You have my number?”
He gives me a look that says that was a stupid question. Then he grins and it transforms his face completely. He’s no longer as intimidating. “I could probably get in without the key…”
Leaving the words hanging, he tips his chin and holds out his hand. Except with his words my brain has hit on a thought I can’t move past.
“Do that. Get in without a key. Find all the places you can to get inside and then fix them so you can’t.”
“Is there something you’re not telling us?”
