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Infatuation (Club Destiny #4) Page 89
Author: Nicole Edwards

“Where?” he asked as he headed to the hook on the wall to retrieve his coat. He knew there was only one reason Whisper would be calling him, and he didn’t care where she told him to go, he would be there within minutes.

“Sensations office.”

Tag locked up the door as he exited before heading down the main corridor that would lead him outside. He had come to his official law office because that was the one and only place that it seemed didn’t remind him of McKenna. Even his own house reminded him of her, and she had never been there.

“What’s wrong?” he questioned, but didn’t stop as he hurried to his car, tossing his jacket on the passenger seat and folding himself inside before starting it.

“I was going through the emails, and...”

When Whisper didn’t continue, Tag squeezed the phone, impatiently wanting to rip the answer from her, but knowing he needed to relax. Shit, he didn’t even know what the problem was.

“I’m the only other person who sees the general email, other than McKenna, but there are pictures...”

Fuck.

Tag drove, doing his best to abide by the traffic laws as much as possible, but not really seeing much of anything around him.

“I’m less than five minutes away,” he told Whisper, before disconnecting and dropping his phone into the center console.

Tag didn’t even need to ask what pictures they were because he had a pretty good idea. By now, there was no chance that McKenna hadn’t seen them, and surprisingly he was more worried about how she would react to them than how anyone else would.

Almost exactly five minutes later, Tag was strolling through the main door of Sensations, Inc. and he didn’t stop to greet Whisper when she headed his way. His feet wouldn’t allow him to stop, so he headed right for McKenna’s office, tapped on the door once before opening it.

All concern for the pictures immediately dissolved as a blind, maddening rage ignited from within when he saw the word written in bold red ink behind where McKenna sat. That son of a bitch!

Pulling out his phone, Tag pulled up Cole’s contact card and hit the button. “I want someone over to McKenna’s office to paint. Today,” he told his step-brother harshly. “I don’t give a fuck how much it costs, or who you find, just get them over here now.”

Tag disconnected the call as soon as Cole agreed. He knew he wouldn’t need to explain because Cole had already been to McKenna’s office, and he wasn’t sure why anyone else hadn’t done the same thing. She should not be subjected to that filth.

“Tag,” McKenna was standing at her desk, staring at him like he was breathing fire, and he wondered if he possibly was. He was so angry, his head was beginning to throb.

“I want to see the email,” he told her when he managed enough self-control not to bark the demand at her. To his surprise, she simply stepped back from her desk, holding her hand out as though telling him to have at it.

Tag moved around behind the screen and peered down at the image staring back at him. Oh, fuck. He scrolled through the email, looking at image after image of the very first day Samantha and Sierra went to the club’s monthly get together. Someone had probably filmed the entire thing because there was image after graphic image that included every single one of them in various positions, doing things to one another that never should have made it to a camera lens.

Glancing up at McKenna, Tag suddenly didn’t know what to say. She looked physically ill, and he could only imagine. When he took a step toward her, she took two steps back.

“McKenna.” Tag had no idea what to say, but he knew he needed to say something.

Anything that would take the look of complete and total rejection off of her beautiful face.

“Don’t,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around herself. “I don’t want to hear a word. Those were taken before I even knew you, and I don’t need any explanations. They pretty well speak for themselves.”

Tag wished like hell he could’ve prevented her from seeing him so intimate with Sam, but this was outside of his control.

As a matter of fact, all of this was outside of his control. He couldn’t stop Stephen Crawford from wanting whatever he thought he deserved; he couldn’t stop Susan Toulmin from wearing her emotions on her sleeve and expressing them in a very peculiar way; he couldn’t stop Logan and Luke from trying to protect the women they love, and more importantly, Tag couldn’t stop himself from falling in love with McKenna Thorne.

All of those things had already taken place, and no amount of denial or rejection was going to change the way people chose to react, but there was one thing he might have a chance at.

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