Ivy
I had my phone up to my face as I slowly made my way into the kitchen. I concentrated on the email I was interested in. It was about a conference I hoped to take in California in the new year. I heard the voices but didn’t take them in right away until I heard my name mentioned.
“…the bar you and Ivy went to? We could set the trap…” Moore stopped talking when I rounded the corner, lowering my phone.
“What’s going on?” My gaze moved to Ty. His tight t-shirt made his arms look even bigger. How is that even possible?
“We planted a seed to trap Hill before I left for Washington,” Ty answered, “and now, we’re ready to act on it.”
“Great. When and where?” I was more than interested in bringing that guy down. It was personal now.
“Nope,” Ty shook his head, “not this time.”
“Come again?
