Scarlett Red: A Billionaire SEAL Story, Part 2 (In the Shadows) by P.T. Michelle Page A

be a big name one day.”
    Laughing, I shake my head. “I don’t know about that.”
    He rocks on his heels, his eyes sparkling with confidence. “Yeah, you will. The way you found me. All this investigating you’re doing. I just know it.”
    “Well, thank you for the vote of confidence, Hank. And for the cool new avatar. If you keep drawing like this, I think you’re well on your way to becoming famous yourself one day.”
    When Hank gets all choked up and turns to rub his eye, mumbling about dust, I step up and grab the pencil again, saying, “And since you’re keeping it…” I add a note above my signature, then hand Hank the pencil.
    “To Hank, the best artist in Martha’s Vineyard,” Howie reads my note out loud, pride in his booming voice. “Told you she was smart and pretty.” Grinning, he slaps his brother on the back, sending Hank stumbling forward a couple of steps.
    Once Hank recovers and turns to high-five his brother in agreement, Bash says in a bone-meltingly low voice meant just for my ears, “I couldn’t agree more.”

 
    “W hat are you going to do with the information you learned from Hank?” Bash asks as he pulls into a shaded parking spot at the Hawthorne resort.
    I glance his way as he cuts the engine and sets his glasses on the dashboard. He appears relaxed, but my gut tells me he’s far from it. “Since all I have is Hank’s description of a tall redhead and no name to go on, the best thing to do is follow the lead I do have. Once I get a hold of Mr. Sheehan’s contact information, I’ll ask him how he got the invitation.”
    Resting his wrist on the steering wheel, he turns to me. “Can’t you just get that information from the front desk?”
    I shake my head. “Since everything was paid for, he never had to provide any personal information.”
    Bash frowns slightly. “Do you think it’s possible Mr. Sheehan met with this woman who bought him the voucher? That she actually pretended to be you?”
    I mull his question for a couple of seconds, my stomach twisting at the idea. “I hadn’t thought about the fact she might’ve actually impersonated me in the flesh, but now that you mention it, it’s oddly coincidental that she resembled me so much.”
    He thrums his fingers on the dashboard as the wind starts kicking up, blowing his hair away from his face. “If he rented a car while he was here, I should be able to get his information. I know the people who run the rental car companies. What’s his full name?”
    “That would be great.” Opening my purse, I jot down Bradley Sheehan on a piece of paper. “Hopefully I can get to the bottom of this before I leave in a couple of days. I really don’t like the idea that someone might be going around impersonating me.”
    When I hold the paper out to him, he clasps my hand along with the paper. “Have dinner with me tonight.”
    My gaze snaps to his. We’d worked well together to get the information I needed. He didn’t have to help me, but he did. Would it be such a bad thing to have dinner with him?
    “Hey, Bash!” Two California bleach blondes wearing short tennis skirts walk behind his car, rackets resting on their shoulders. The shorter one arches a perfectly plucked eyebrow. “Care to give us some pointers?”
    He glances up at the darkening sky, then smiles at them. “Better make it a quick game, ladies.”
    “Aw, you can do better than that,” the tall, thin one says suggestively before they both laugh and turn down the path that leads to the tennis courts.
    When his gaze swings back to me, my pulse jumps and surprise shoots through me. Bash has a dark brown spot in the upper curve of his left iris. I’d never noticed it before, since we’ve mostly been indoors and whenever we’ve been outside, he’d worn shades. Until now.
    Shoving the paper into his palm, I pull my suddenly shaky hand away from his hold. “I have work to do,” I say, and quickly grab the door handle.
    Just as I push open the door,