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Chapter 18

Quinn felt her world shattering as they went outside.

Mousy brown hair. Short. Thin, and horn-rimmed glasses. Didn’t bother to knock. The woman lounging on the porch rocker looked professional. Too sharp to be at home here in the outdoors, doing things West liked.

They went outside. Arms folded, Quinn stopped and locked gazes with him.

“Quinn, meet Mike. My boss.Mikayla. Mike, this is Quinn Colton.”

The owner of the cabin. The person ordering him to spy on Quinn.

Words failed her. Later, she’d talk with West, but for now, she was caught in a hard place.

West put a hand on the small of her back as he escorted her forward. Quinn gritted her teeth, controlling her wild impulse to march back into the cabin, pack her bag and leave.

Mouth dry,her heart aching, she watched the woman stand. Felt her quietly assess her, sum her up in a quick glance. Rex greeted the woman by pushing his nose into her outstretched hand.

Mike patted his head.

“Rex, go lie down.” West pointed to the porch.

Whatever else Mike was, she wasn’t stupid. A gleaming intelligence lurked behind those glasses. Quinn looked at Mike, then at the cabin. Somethingtold her Mike disguised herself with the outfit and glasses, hiding her true self.

Quinn understood about hiding. Knew how it felt to be a woman struggling to make a stand in a world dominated by powerful men.

Mike nodded at Quinn. “Miss Colton. I’ve been curious to meet you.”

“Here I am. Anything you want to know? My favorite color? Favorite food? Where I’ve hidden my sister?”

The barest twitch of those thin lips. “Where your sister is hiding is much more interesting than talking about food. Do you know where she is?”

Small talk. West’s boss was direct and blunt. In another life, they might have been friends.

Not now. Not with this huge sword of accusations and suspicions dangling over her head. Mike remained the enemy.

So did West, the man who’d professedto love her. Cherish her.

Reported to this Mike that he’d investigate her.

“If I did, why would I tell you?” Quinn challenged.

Mike’s gaze flicked to West. “Oh, I doubt you’d tell me, a stranger. But West here, you might have given him a clue, since it was his job to investigate you.”

West closed his eyes. Quinn’s heart dropped to her stomach. She’d known. But hearing the confirmationfrom this woman hurt deeply.

Who could she trust? Not these two, who wanted to find Demi, perhaps arrest her. And they’d do anything to achieve that.

“I don’t know.” Quinn’s gaze locked onto the woman. “I have no memory before the explosion. But I’m sure West already informed you. I’m sure he told you everything about me, since that’s the reason why he came to Red Ridge. He probably toldyou what kind of shampoo I use, what soap I prefer, as well. Everything personal about me.”

She lowered her voice. “Did you also order him to sleep with me?”

“Hold on a minute, Quinn,” West snapped.

Something sparked in Mike’s gaze. “No. I didn’t even know how close you’d become to him. In fact, he told me very little personal information about you. Only recently did I conclude youwere lovers.”

Mike glanced backward at the cabin. “Though if I let myself inside, I’m sure I’d find evidence of that.”

“Breaking and entering?” Quinn asked sweetly. “Then why wait for us?”