The return address was clearly an Ashley Hart. Unless Jalinda changed her name and started sending her husband cards, something fascinating was about to happen.
I flipped open the card wider to allow myself to read the long message and settled into my chair, ready for the case to break wide open. A knock on the door broke my concentration.
Every damn time.
"What the f**k?" I asked, mostly to myself and Samantha, and slammed the card on the desk. Who in the world had the worst timing imaginable?
I pushed back from my desk and stomped over to the door, annoyed they hadn't let themselves in like everyone else in my life. Of course, the one person to be courteous annoyed me with their appropriate actions.
Broadrick's smiling face met mine as I pulled the door open. I practiced my Ridge
