“Go ahead,” Jed said.

“Hello, North. This is Director Amy Sprouse. It seems you are aware of our investigation into your father.”

“Into me, from what I understand,” I replied, glancing at Jed, worried he’d be mad for pushing back on his boss. He offered me a small nod.

“Agent Barnett has shared quite a bit with you.”

“I have,” he said. “There are no secrets between us.”

My heart skipped a beat at those words. He wasn’t just telling them to me, but to a higher up at the flipping FBI.

“Are you sure?” she countered. “Did she tell you she signed the contract with John Marshall? That Wainright Holdings now owns the parcel of land that has been the recent focus of our investigation?”

Jed’s fingers clenched my thigh and his eyes pierced into me.

“Last night,” I said. “After.”

I didn’t explain more, but he knew based on the way I could feel my cheeks heat.

After the telephone room.

“I… needed to know if you were around for me or the land,” I whispered.

His jaw clenched and he leaned in, murmured in my ear. “I should spank your ass for that. Do you doubt me now?”

My nipples went hard at the idea of him spanking me again. I shook my head.

“It will go to the nature group as part of our conservancy program,” I told her.

“I believe her,” Jed said.

I smiled. I couldn’t help it. Someone wanted me dead and yet I couldn’t be happier. Jed was on my side, and he’d given me the best orgasm of my life and—

“Then you’re thinking with the wrong brain, Agent.”

Jed blinked, looked to his phone. “What are you talking about?”

“North Wainright signed a contract leasing that land to Caston Logging,” the director said.

I sucked in a breath. “No, I didn’t.”

Jed’s gaze dropped to mine.

“Your signature is on it.”

“How did you get a hold of it?” Jed asked his boss.

“We got a subpoena for the logging company’s records. We’ve been poring over files ever since. Wasn’t all that hard to find.”

I felt Jed stiffen. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“We did. You didn’t answer.”

I didn’t know what time that was, but he’d been with me last night from dinner until before dawn.

“You also didn’t check in this morning,” she added.

“That’s because someone tried to kill North. Shots fired at an intersection on the way to Billings.”

There was a pause and we could hear her talking to someone else, as if she’d covered up the phone with a hand. “I’m glad to hear you are all right, Miss Wainright.”

“Why? So I go to jail?”

“We have the evidence needed for Jed to arrest you.”

He squeezed my thigh again, getting me to meet his gaze. He shook his head.