CHAPTER ELEVEN
“Well this is an unexpected surprise. I thought you would never call me.” Mallory Kline’s eyes crinkled as she grinned at him over her cup of coffee.
Satchel felt only a twinge of guilt as he smiled back. Clearly, Mallory Kline was gorgeous and hot for him, but it was her journalistic talents he needed now. The idea had come to him when he woke up that morning, and he’d spent the entire day arguing with himself. Was invading Winter’s privacy a necessary price to pay for protecting her? f**k it. He didn’t care. Nothing was going to happen to that sweet girl while he could do something about it.
Even if he had to give up his own privacy. He had called Mallory, asked her to meet him for a late coffee. “I think I can give you the story you want.”
Now, Mallory prompted him. “
