Gabe was a few years older than me, handsome in an urban way. Dark haired, he wore a crisp business suit as he’d just gotten home from the office. I used to find him appealing, but no longer. He wasn’t Colt or Micah. I didn’t want the stiff corporate type. No, I wanted my cowboys.
I glanced at the phone, knew that whatever Matt was going to say wasn’t bad because Gabe had screened it for me.
I took it, tucked my feet beneath me on the sofa. “Hi, Matt.”
“Lacey. I assume you haven’t seen the news. Or the tabloids.” The last word he spit out as if it tasted bad.
“No.”
He sighed through the phone. “We discovered the identity of the person who took the photos. He was an employee, a temporary summer worker who overheard the call the men made to the registration desk letting us know you thre
