Love's Cunning Ruse novel Chapter 373

At the shooting range.

"Find anything?" Rowan asked in an even tone, a compact pistol in hand as he aimed at the silhouette target downrange. He squeezed the trigger without haste.

Standing beside him, Kleist was busy sanitizing another firearm and nodded, "Yeah, we've got something. It was Zenith Moore's guys who took Davina Field from that small-town clinic. The place is long gone, but the folks who worked there are still kicking around. Someone got paid off to keep quiet, but we found out it was Zenith's men. However..."

A loud 'bang' echoed as the bullet tore through the target's neck, severing the cardboard figure in two.

"Keep talking," Rowan said, reaching for another gun.

Kleist replied, "Well, we don't know where Zenith took her, just that they dumped a half-dead Davina on the shore. Hayden's people picked her up later, and then it was Miss Patriot Newell who personally pulled the plug on Davina's life support."

"Mhm." Rowan suddenly turned back to Kleist with a reminder, "Her name is Julie."

Kleist gave his boss an innocent look. Wasn't it Rowan who always referred to her as Miss Patriot?

"Got it, boss."

"Mhm." Rowan gestured for his phone.

Kleist handed over Rowan's phone. Rowan frowned slightly and corrected, "Patriot’s phone."

Kleist sighed inwardly; what should he call her, really?

After getting Julie's phone, Rowan quickly dialed a number.

The call was answered by Shannon, who heard a cool male voice, "I need Julie."

Shannon, momentarily stunned, handed the phone to Julie, whispering, "Ma'am, a man for you."

"A man?" Julie put the phone to her ear, only to hear Rowan's deep and pleasant voice calling her, "Woman."

"...Rowan?" Julie's 'man?' was directed at Shannon, not him... and him, with his casual 'woman,' as if it rolled off the tongue quite naturally.

"Nine-one Shooting Grounds, waiting for you," he cut to the chase.

Julie paused, then, she hung up with a 'click.'

Did he think she was a dog on a leash, to come and go at his command? Julie had a temper too!

Besides, Rowan was, in Kyle's words, better left unprovoked.

Handing the phone back to Shannon, Julie grinned, "Wrong number."

Shannon, a smart man, knew better. The caller had addressed Julie by name; it was no wrong number, just a call she didn't wish to take.

He returned the phone and went to do laundry. Julie was busy discussing Camilla's situation with Daphne. Daphne had never liked Camilla, and the news of her moving out was almost cause for fireworks.

As Julie was engrossed in her chat, the phone rang again.

Irritated by the persistent ringing, Julie snapped, "I'm not coming, stop calling!"

"Where aren't you going?" Kieran's voice came through the phone.

Julie deflected, "Why didn't you call my cell?"

"You didn't give me your new number," Kieran answered.

Julie laughed it off and gave him her number, then added, "I'll bring you lunch today, wait for me~"

She hurriedly ended the call, wary of further questions.

But when the phone rang again, Julie, feeling guilty, sweetly asked, "Honey, something else?"

Rowan checked his outgoing call display to confirm it was Julie, and then he stiffened.

Julie glanced at her old phone's number and felt her expression darken.

"Patriot, calling someone 'honey' doesn't make it legally binding. Don't worry, I won't sue."

Patriot? Why would he call her that? Julie was about to hang up without another word.

But then Rowan casually mentioned, "I have your phone."

"Keep it as a thank-you for not killing me," Julie retorted sharply.