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“I don’t believe it, either, but Sweeny seems to think he’s got proof positive.”
“That little prick wouldn’t know his own dick if it weren’t attached to his balls.” She shoved the lighter back into the dash and took in another lungful.
“Do you always have to be so crude?”
“Has the press found out?”
“Not yet. But they will. Zach’s running wild—”
“Zach?” she said, frowning as she blew out a stream of smoke that temporarily fogged the windshield.
“Yeah, he’s back in town.”
“With the bitch?”
“I think so.” Trisha’s blood ran cold as her suspicions proved true. No wonder Mario was busy tonight. “Jason’s trying to keep the story quiet. He doesn’t want anyone outside the immediate family to know—least of all, Adria—but Zach rushed out of here like a madman and I think he’s going to tell her.”
“Shit.” Trisha’s world began crumbling at a faster rate. First Mario, now everything that went with being a Danvers—her whole life, her future—falling into little pieces. Because of Adria.
“My feelings exactly.”
“Where is she?”
“Get this,” Nelson said, his voice tinged with irony, “Zachary’s got her hidden in the damned hotel. Jason already checked, though that little creep of a manager, Rich, wouldn’t tell him which room. Jason warned the guy that he’d fire him, but he still held his tongue.”
“Zach must’ve threatened him with bodily harm.” She braked for a red light.
“Probably. Sounds like our brother,” Nelson said morosely.
“This just gets better and better,” Trisha said, her mind already spinning ahead.
“Or worse and worse,” Nelson complained.
“Why does Zach care if Adria knows?”
“You tell me, Trisha. You’re always so good at reading everyone’s emotions.”
It all suddenly clicked into place. Her suspicions crystallized and she smiled wickedly to herself as she jammed the Alpha into first just as the light changed. The tires chirped as she stepped on the accelerator. “I bet our stoic, love-’em-and-leave-’em brother has fallen in love with her,” Trisha said, disgusted at the thought of it. “I can’t stand it. She’s his…our…oh, hell, this is fucking unbelievable.” She cruised through another yellow light. “You know, this could work to our advantage.”
“I don’t see how.”
“You will,” Trisha promised as she hung up the phone and turned toward the river. She flipped on the radio and began to sing along to an old Tina Turner song that blasted over the speakers. Finally she was certain she could deal with Adria Nash.
After Zach left, Adria went right to work. She called the police and talked to Detective Stinson, though she learned nothing new. When she phoned a rental car agency and reserved a car, before dialing Zach’s mechanic and leaving a message that she wanted her vehicle back as soon as possible. Her next move would be to find a way to hire a good lawyer, something she’d been avoiding.
She’d been approached several times since the press release and she had over a dozen business cards of smooth-talking men in expensive wool suits who had offered to look over the facts of her case. A few had hinted that they would work for her on contingency, with no money up front, but they all had seemed so slick…too smart for their own good, and she hadn’t been ready to hire anyone yet.
Now, things had changed.
And for the worse.
She flopped back on the bed and draped her forearm over her eyes.
Forget him!
If only she could, but everywhere she went, she thought of Zach, remembered the craggy angles of his face, felt again the tingling sensations of his lips touching hers, turned liquid inside with the want of him.
Fool! Do you think he’s moping over you? You were probably just a quick distraction to him…and yet…
