Borrowed Identity. Kasi Blake
glint in his eyes behind the wire-rimmed glasses he wore. She sensed that this man was not only quite capable of hurting her, he would enjoy it.
Cold fear chilled her nerve endings. If he attacked her, would she be able to fight him off? If she screamed, would Michael hear her?
“My boss has her heart set on buying this house. I think you should consider her offer.” He smiled calculatingly. “She will get the place one way or another.”
“Is that a threat?” Kelly lifted her chin high, gritting her teeth to keep her jaw from trembling. “I want you off my land.”
“You aren’t listening.” The stranger’s voice rose.
“My fiancé is going to be back any second. He’ll kick your butt all the way to the state line.”
“I met your fiancé in town a few weeks ago. I don’t think he’ll give me any trouble.”
“Think again, pal,” Michael said. And immediately afterward, Boomer growled.
Kelly spotted Michael over the other man’s shoulder and relief spread through her body, warming her. She hated the thought of being vulnerable and didn’t want to be in anyone’s debt, but there was a tiny guilty pleasure that came with being rescued. Michael was her very own hero, strong and courageous. He could handle the skinny man with one hand tied behind his back.
“You should stay out of this,” the stranger said.
Michael stepped closer and the man’s eyes almost bugged out of his head. He claimed to have seen Michael in town, but he looked like he’d just come across an unfamiliar and dangerous creature. He moved to the side, putting distance between them.
Michael held out his hand. “Show me your identification.”
“Pardon?”
“You heard me.” Michael snapped his fingers. “A driver’s license. State identification card. Anything with a name and picture on it will do.” His dark eyebrows rose. “Do you need help finding your wallet? I don’t mind getting it myself.” He moved nearer, closing in on him.
The stranger relinquished his wallet without another protest.
Michael flipped it open and read the name aloud.
“Elvin Grant.” Michael handed the wallet back. “Okay, Elvin Grant, if I see you around here again I’ll have the local authorities run your name through their computers. A man like you must have an interesting past.”
“You’ll regret this.”
“No,” Michael said with confidence. “You’ll regret it if you harass the lady again.”
The stranger scurried off, leaving Kelly and Michael standing on the porch in an uncomfortable silence. Kelly didn’t know what to say. A quiet thank-you didn’t seem enough. She was certain Michael had saved her from harm.
Boomer barked happily and wagged his tail.
“Has that guy hassled you before?” Michael asked.
“Over the phone,” she admitted.
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