Wilde Nights (The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 4)

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A nurse ran in. They all stopped laughing. Denver watched his grandfather deftly put the gun back under his pillow before the woman spotted it.
The nurse frowned. “You need to keep it down in here.”
Pappy Jack nodded, and then they all died laughing.
“Well, I never.” She turned on her heels and left the room.
The old man whooped and snorted. When he got his breath back, Denver’s granddad said, “Now, they’ll finally let me go home, I bet.”
“I bet you’re right, Pappy Jack.” Jessie smiled. She looked so beautiful.
Denver knew this was a moment he’d relive and tell his children about, along with the night he’d sung to their mother at his house for the first time. He wanted many more moments with Jessie. The brief amusement dried up inside him at the thought of the unknown killer stalking her. It was time, by whatever means necessary, to smoke him out of his hole, whoever he was.
* * * *
The pictures were attached to the email. The person at the laptop clicked on “Send,” and the message was delivered to the two intended recipients.
“Now, Jessica Greene, let’s see you wiggle out of this.”
The message read:
I think you’ll find the photos of Ms. Greene very enlightening. She’s been very busy in Wilde, Nevada, but not for the reasons you think. I would suggest you do something about the mess she’s creating here. We are a small community, and this kind of behavior won’t go unnoticed.
A Concerned Citizen
Chapter Five
Denver looked at Jessie in his tub. He’d lit candles, put the bath salts, soaps, shampoos, and oils he’d purchased for her today within easy reach, and then set up some music to play from his iPod dock. The tunes were soft jazz, which he’d learned she loved. So did he. The first selection began to play. Light vocals, a sax, snare drum, and piano softly vibrated the air.
He leaned down and kissed her. Her lips trembled slightly against his.
“You got everything you need, sugar?”
“Yes. Thank you, Denver.”
“My pleasure.”
“When are we going back to th
e club?”
He wasn’t sure. Had he been foolish to take her there? What if the killer had been there? He could easily surmise that she was staying with him. “I’m not sure. Soon, though.”
“I think I could let others watch now.”
“I think you could, too.”
“I just needed my first time there to be with you guys.”
“I know. You did great. Now, relax. I’ll be back to check on you.” Thankfully, his bathroom had no windows and only one door. No one could get to her without passing him.
“Yes, Sir.” She giggled, and he sensed his forever in that sweet little sound.
“Good girl.”
When Denver exited the bath, he closed the door behind him. He didn’t want her to hear the conversation he was about to have.