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“Shit!” Kenzie hurries to the open door, yelling hello to her mom then closing it.
“Why the hell are you behaving like a teen who snuck a boy into her bedroom? Of course, it’s not the first time I’ve been in here under the radar. If I remember rightly, I enjoyed eating you out that night too.”
Her eyes spark for a moment in memory of then and just now, then she shakes her head. “Jesus Christ, will you stop. I need to be somewhere in thirty minutes, Asher, and this is not helping me.”
“I’m coming with you,” I state, determined not to let her out of my sight again. She’s a damn flight risk and going on what little Tripp managed to tell me earlier and what I already suspect, she’s also in danger.
“No.” It’s one word spoken firmly and offering no room for argument. “You can’t. I need to do this alone. I’ll be fine,” she adds when she sees the skeptical look on my face.
“Kenz—”
“Not happening, Ash, so don’t even try anymore of your alpha bullshit on me. Might work in the bedroom but anywhere else, it’s off limits.” She turns back to her closet, letting the towel drop and revealing her body to me for the second time. Damn. My cock, still semi hard from eating her out, hardens, and I have to adjust myself. “I promise we’ll talk later. Just let me do this first.”
Stepping up behind her, I run a hand over the globe of her naked ass as she pulls down a dress from its hanger. “I’m giving you two hours, then I will hunt you down and make you beg me to let you come as punishment.” She pushes her ass back into my hand, a soft moan falling free, and I can’t resist giving her a short, sharp slap to her cheek before turning and heading out the door, ignoring her protests and concerns about her mom seeing me.
* * *
At home,I shower, call Tripp back and pace the lounge continually while he fills me in on what he found out.
“Is this Drake guy solid, or someone I need to worry about?” I ask, stopping my pacing to look out the front window for the hundredth time.
“Aside from him being an ex-cop, there’s nothing to suggest he’s anything to worry about. Look, man, I need to go, but I’ll let you know if I find out anything about Titan Industries and this Owen guy.”
“Okay, thanks, Tripp, I owe you.”
“Damn fucking straight you do. Catch you later.”
I look to the box of Nolan’s things still sitting in the middle of my lounge, half of it spread out across the couch. Having never finished going through it thanks to Deputy Peters the other day, I decide to pick up where I left off.
While I pick through every scrap of paper, coming up empty handed, my mind turns to the possibility that Nolan knew nothing about what his dad was involved in, if anything. So far, except Kennedy’s unfounded accusations against Titan Industries, which she never explained to me, I’ve found nothing to suggest foul play. The medical examiner deemed Archie’s and Nolan’s deaths a result of smoke inhalation, and the investigation into how the fire started put it down to an electrical fault with an appliance in the kitchen.
Finding nothing in the box, I pick my phone up and turn my attentions to Aria Thomas and her father. After half hour with nothing but picture after picture of Aria on the beach, at galas and red-carpet events on the arm of a different man in every one, I finally find a picture that definitely grabs my attention.
There’s a fierce knocking on the front door just as I click on the article. Tossing my phone aside, I head off to answer it.
I’m slightly distracted and keen to get rid of whoever is here, but when I open the door, any thought of Aria and the man in the picture are quickly forgotten.
“Kennedy…” My words fall away and panic rises as I realize she’s crying, tears staining her cheeks. “Hey, what’s the matter, what’s happened?” I ask, reaching for her hand.
She slaps my hand away before stepping forward and giving me a hard shove, forcing me backwards a step.
“Did you know? Did you fucking know that my dad was already dead when you and Nolan found him?” she yells, pushing me again.
“What are you…no… I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her hands are raised ready to push me again, but I catch them this time. “Hey, that’s enough, Kennedy,” I say, giving her arms a shake to get her attention. “Stop and tell me what the fuck you’re talking about.”
Her knees buckle and she drops to the floor just inside my front door. Picking her up, I close the front door and carry her to the lounge as she rambles between sobs.
ChapterSeventeen
Imake it to Doc Edwards’ house right on time, but it’s a miracle I did no thanks to Asher. I’ve been in a flustered and agitated state since he left after giving me two of the best orgasms since…well, since the last ones he gave me six years ago. Makes no sense to be so agitated after all that, but here I am a bundle of nervous energy standing on Doc Edwards’ front porch waiting for someone to open the door. I’m half hoping nobody will and I can forget all about whatever it is he’s called me here for. I have a very strong suspicion I’m not going to like what he has to say.
And when the door finally opens and Lily stands there with a look of sympathy on her face, the nerves fly into the red danger zone.
“Miss. Scott, welcome. Please come in,” she greets, stepping back to allow me to enter.
“It’s Kennedy and thank you.” The foyer is cool with white walls and a tiled floor, and I notice several pieces of art hung on the walls from a local artist who recently passed away. It’s amazing how popular you can become when your dead. Artists especially seem to do better dead than alive. It’s rather sad.
“Are you a fan?” she asks, pointing to the paintings.
