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“No, you’re another hussy trying to take some cash off of my son.”
Trey came to his feet. “That’s enough, Father.”
Kelly also stood, hands curled into fists at her side. “I am so out of here.”
Trey blinked at her. Between her blond beauty and the fury flowing off her, she reminded him of an avenging angel.
“And guess what, pal?” she said, glaring at his father. “I don’t have to ask permission to leave the table.”
* * *
HEART POUNDING, KELLY marched out of the dining room. She could hear voices behind her, but didn’t look back.
She didn’t have to put up with this. The son of a bitch had dared call her a hussy wanting Trey’s money. Alexander Asswipe the Third indeed.
She should pack her belongings—at least they were now clean—walk to the ferry dock and catch the next boat. She could take a taxi back to her apartment.
But no. She couldn’t leave Jason without saying goodbye. The TV blared as she hurried past the media room, and she hoped it was loud enough that he hadn’t heard the angry words. She paused. Should she check on him?
No, she was too upset, and the kid was amazingly perceptive of her moods. She needed to calm down with a swim first. And that could have the added benefit of irritating Senior since he obviously didn’t want her in Wentworth Castle.
As she stomped up the staircase, Kelly spotted Maria hurrying down the hall and froze. What was Maria doing in my room? She couldn’t have been anywhere else.
Maria’s hands were empty, but she might have been straightening up. Maybe turning down the bed.
Or was she trying to get inside the gun case again?
Kelly almost called out, but decided not to. She needed to pay more attention to Maria. Maybe her visit was work related, but maybe not. Maria had already been inside that room at least once today.
Kelly entered her room—which, yeah, was spotlessly neat—and immediately checked the drawer for her gun locker. She glared at the box, convinced it had been moved, but the lock remained engaged. She slid the digits into the opening combination and breathed a sigh of relief that her Glock lay safely inside.
Kelly closed the safe, rearranged the digits into a specific sequence and stuck the box inside a different drawer, memorizing the exact way she placed it. Next time there’d be no question. When she was certain, she’d tell Trey about her suspicions.
But why would Maria want her service weapon?
As she changed into her bathing suit, her thoughts returned to Trey’s father. She wouldn’t put it past the guy to perform a nightly inspection of the villa to ensure everything was shipshape. Maybe Maria had been tidying up for that.
After a workout where she sprinted more than swam easy laps, Kelly clung to the edge of the pool and rested her head on her arms, breathing hard.
Now that her initial burst of outrage was over, she could think about what had happened at dinner with Senior. She was partly to blame. She’d baited Senior because of how he treated Jason.
But what was the deal with the old man? It was obvious he hadn’t liked her even before he met her. What had Trey told him? Was it simply because she resembled the hated ex?
Had Trey showed him the background check? Did Senior know about her mother? No, Trey wouldn’t do that. Or would he?
Whatever. Senior obviously didn’t think she belonged in his son’s home.
And of course the old goat was right about that. She wasn’t Jason’s mother.
Still holding on to the edge of the pool, she began kicking her legs. She still had some angst to burn off.
How long was Senior staying? They couldn’t occupy the same room without spontaneous combustion.
At least Trey had defended her. That was something, right? She suddenly wanted to know what was said after she’d left the room. Maybe they hadn’t talked about her at all. Maybe they’d discussed his plans for the free tennis clinic. She loved his idea, if for no other reason than Senior hated it.
The thought that she had been the inspiration for anything proposed by Trey Wentworth sent a rush of warmth into her belly.
Man, was she in trouble. She had to go—before she got any more entangled with this screwed-up family.
Funny how now she wasn’t so eager to leave. The good life must be addictive.
