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“Hey.”
She dropped her feet to the bottom of the pool and looked up at Trey. “Hey, yourself.”
“Feel better?”
“Yeah, but I don’t like your father.”
Trey squatted so they were almost eye level. “Not many people do.”
She laughed at his matter-of-fact tone, her mood definitely improved.
“I’m sorry for what he said,” Trey said. “He knows you’ve refused any money.”
“Thanks. I love your plans for the tennis clinic.”
“I’m glad.” Trey rose and grabbed her robe from a lounge.
“Will you come with me to put Jason down?”
Kelly nodded. Maybe she should refuse, but he’d asked nicely.
Keenly aware of Trey watching her every move, she exited the pool via the steps. He held out the robe. When she stepped into it, Trey wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him.
“You’ll get soaked,” she said, more breathless than she should be.
“I don’t care.” He nuzzled her neck, his breath warm against her cool skin.
Kelly closed her eyes. What was she doing? What was he doing? This was crazy.
“Where’s your father?” she asked.
“In bed.” Trey’s voice rumbled close to her ear.
“He retires early.”
“He wakes up at four a.m. every day. One reason he was so pissy tonight was because his dinner was late.”
“Because of me.”
“Because of Jason.”
She closed her eyes. “Did you show your father my background report?”
Trey turned her to face him. “No.”
She searched his eyes, wanting to believe him. As far as she knew, Trey had never lied to her.
“Did you think I would?” he asked, his fingers caressing her upper arms.
She couldn’t look away from the intensity of his gaze. “I wasn’t sure.”
“There are private matters in that report,” he said.
She exhaled. “Yes.”
He lifted his hand, lowered the front of her bathing suit and touched the brand Roy had left with his lit cigarette the night he’d tried to rape her. She sucked in a harsh breath at the memory. And at the touch of Trey’s hand.
“Things I’d like you to tell me about,” he said softly. He raised his gaze to hers. “Someday.”
She swallowed hard. I don’t talk about it. Not ever. With anyone.
But she surprised herself by saying, “Maybe someday.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
THE NEXT MORNING, after a run and a shower, Kelly dressed in her uniform and holstered her weapon. What would she encounter downstairs?
Jason usually waited for her somewhere. She hoped she didn’t see Trey today. Or did she want to see him? Maybe share a delightful good-morning kiss?
She smoothed a finger over her lower lip, remembering last night in Jason’s room. Their kiss had been soft and sweet. Trey had treated her as if she were precious, something she definitely was not used to. She was no shrinking violet.
So why did his tenderness make her go all tingly and gooey inside? Why had last night been different?
The only thing that had changed was the presence of Grandpa Mean Bull in the house. She hoped he was leaving today. If he didn’t, then she’d have to go.
She’d intended to make that clear to Trey last night, but she’d been so breathless after their kiss all she could do was stumble into her room, wishing he would come with her.
What would she have done if he had?
She sucked in a huge gulp of air at the image of him naked and rolling around in bed with her.
Shaking her head, she hurried down the stairs. The mean streets of Miami awaited her patrol. She didn’t have time to moon over billionaires or their hateful fathers.
Kelly stepped into the dining room—where she came to an abrupt stop.
Senior sat at the head of the table, eyeglasses perched on the end of his pointy nose, reading the Wall Street Journal. Great. Trey had said he was an early riser. Jason wasn’t in sight, no doubt hiding from Grandpa Mean Bull.
She’d have to walk by him if she wanted anything to eat.
He took a sip of coffee and gave her a quick nod. “Officer Jenkins.”
“Mr. Wentworth,” Kelly said, equally formal. Maybe she could just feed her face and go to work.
