Accident, my ass.
There was a knock on the door.
“Come on in.”
When their eyes met, Ashton’s brows lifted. “Well?”
“I’m going to clear your name and nail that son of a bitch for the murder of my client’s biological mother and the death of my grandfather.” Carly steeled her spine. “No way is Internado getting away with this.”
2 4
B R E A T H P L A Y
Zero eight hundred Thursday morning and Maverick was starting the day with a major fucking chip on his shoulder. According to the tracker, Internado had driven his vehicle to an auto dealership.
Carly slid beside him on the kitchen bench and stroked his leg. “Babe, are we going in to work today?”
“That feels good.” He blinked. “What did you ask me?”
“Work?”
He nodded, then turned his attention back to the screen. “Internado’s at a dealership. He’s either there for service or he’s buying a new car.” Acid churned in his stomach. “Either way, we’re flying blind. That really pisses me off.”
“Would you feel better if I carried today?”
He loved her morning face. Sleepy eyes, puffy cheeks. He kissed her. “Yes, even though I’m not letting you out of my sight. I’ll have my weapon, too.”
“I’m surprised it wasn’t in the bed between us last night.”
That elicited a smile. “Nothing comes between us.” He tugged gently on her hair. “It was on the night table and I was up half the night.”
Carly’s burner phone rang. “It’s Greta.” She answered, put the call on speaker. “Hello?”
“Hello, Mrs. Black. It’s Greta. I hope I’m not calling too early.”
Carly flicked her gaze to Maverick. “Not at all.”
“I wanted to extend you and Mr. Black an invitation to my private party tonight. I’m sorry for the last-minute notice. I hope you’ll reconsider joining my club and attend.”
“Sounds intriguing. We’ll have to check it out. What time?”
“Excellent. See you tonight, ten o’clock.” Greta hung up.
Carly snapped the flip phone shut. Her confident smile sent adrenaline pumping through him. “We’re getting that video and a DNA sample.”
“How do you plan on doing that?”
“Wear a suit jacket. If Internado has a drink, we’ll hide his glass under it.”
“That’s risky.”
“But worth it. If it doesn’t work, we’ll go for Plan B.”
“Which is?”
Carly brushed her lips to his. “I’ll let you know when I figure that out.”
The kiss continued. He slipped his hand under her hair and around the back of her neck, inhaled her beautiful, just-washed scent, and deepened the kiss. Her breath hitched. She slipped her arms around him and slid closer on the bench. He wanted to carry her back to his bed—their bed—and make love to her all morning long.
