I might have her panties tucked into my pocket, but I didn’t know much about the woman. And I’d looked. Online searches through the various FBI databases didn’t give me much. She had a driver’s license and had several cars registered to her name, but to get from the ranch to the main office in Billings in a reasonable time, she took a helicopter.

A fucking helicopter. Meaning no speeding or parking tickets.

We couldn’t access the corporate emails or files without a warrant, and I couldn’t serve her one without blowing my cover. She didn’t have any accounts on social media and her personal emails were limited to connecting with those who worked for the family. The Wainrights had a ranch manager who handled the land and the outbuildings. That was a huge job and had seven full-time on staff. Cutting grass in the summer, plowing snow the rest of the year, mending fences, running the stables. There was also a house manager, a woman who took care of everything inside the Wainright home. And guest house. That included cleaners, a cook, hiring caterers for a wake, tackling maintenance issues. Probably even putting up holiday lights.

North didn’t have the time to go to the store and pick up pretzels or toilet bowl cleaner. Someone fed her, made her bed, washed her clothes, serviced her car… hell, serviced her helicopter. From what she’d said, even serviced her.

It wasn’t because she was an entitled bitch, but because she worked. All the fucking time.

The only thing I discovered was that she had a shoe buying problem. And since every pair I’d seen on her had four-inch heels, it was all done online. Those shoes weren’t sold in Montana. I liked those heels. I liked her in them. I liked having them over my shoulders the other day.

I shifted in my seat.

“She broke up with you?” I asked Jock.

I could hear chattering in the background. It was either Tyler or Jamie, my nephews, and from the sound of water splashing, they were in the tub. For a family with small kids, it was bath time.

“She did,” he said.

“I thought you two had been hot and heavy.” The thought of her with Jock made me see red, even though it had been over a decade ago. At the wake, she’d said she’d been surprised I wanted my younger brother’s sloppy seconds. That meant they’d fucked.

I’d spent the day tracking down the escort service she used for her no strings scheduled appointment for sex. I didn’t think she’d lied when telling me that. What woman would share that and it be a lie?

I’d called the service, saying I was her assistant, Julian, and cancelled all her standing appointments. She wasn’t seeing Brad ever again, not with me around to give her whatever she needed.