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“Details are a part of my world, Lachlan. I would enjoy hearing the story for a second time.” Dumas was genuinely eager, pulling out the fourth chair for Lark.
She accepted only after obtaining my approval. Another nice surprise. However, she’d also been searching my eyes to see my reaction.
“I’m the one who’s heard Jameson’s account of our adventure to nauseum,” Grant said as he rose from his chair. He grinned until he turned toward me. Together, we headed to a quiet place in the bar away from everyone else. “Did you hear the news about the girl?”
“I’m certain everyone in Washington did,” I answered.
“Did you happen to hear the girl’s name?” He lifted his eyebrows.
“That I didn’t hear.”
He sighed and glanced around him, eyeing the closest members. “Ashley Neeples. Does the name ring a bell?”
He made the question sound like I already had the answer. Suddenly, it dawned on me. “Senator Jarvis Neeples’ daughter?”
“You got it. What do you want to bet that members of Congress are listening to Senator Bastard Winston about the demise of America morality given sex clubs such as ours?”
I gritted my teeth, shifting my full attention to Lark. If Ashley turned up dead, there wouldn’t be a newspaper or television station in the freaking country who wouldn’t connect the dots. “Fuck.”
“That’s what I thought you’d say, which brings me to my second question. Any news on the case?” While the man tried to be casual with the question, I could tell he remained concerned.
“I’m certain I’d be the last to know.”
He casually glanced in Lark’s direction. “She hasn’t mentioned it.”
“It’s not like we’ve been having lengthy discussions.” I chuckled as I studied her. She seemed fascinated at Jameson’s rendition of how Carnal Sins came to be. I only hoped he wasn’t embellishing as he usually did.
“All’s fair in love and war. You’re a dog. You know that, right?”
I lifted my glass in a private toast. “She is mine for the week.” When he shook his head, I gave him a harsh glare. “What?”
“You do like her.”
Sighing, I leaned against the wall. “I do.”
“Aside from the fact she might be the target of a serial killer at any time. Any nightmares?”
“None so far. Just thoughts. And let’s not jump to conclusions. The girl could turn up.”
“Whatever you say. If it’s any consolation, Lark isn’t a wallflower. My guess is she can handle whatever is tossed in her direction.”
Not a serial killer. If the bastard as much as tried to hurt her, I’d have no issue handling justice myself. “Yeah. I hope you’re right.”
Grant narrowed his eyes. “You’re worried about what I told you, aren’t you?”
“Even before that. Call it a damning sixth sense. I’m worried about her handling the case.” Now I wanted to demand that she walk away.
“You think Davidson is guilty.”
“Not necessarily, but with her name being plastered all over the place given the auction, it won’t take long before the killer’s attention is drawn, especially given her father’s stance on sex and crime.”
He seemed as concerned as I was. “Then back away from her or make certain she’s not handling the case. You have enough influence over Trent Abbot. Use that black book of yours.”
“If I do either one, she’ll walk away from me entirely. For some crazy reason, I feel like I’m in a time warp, losing the control I’ve gained.”
“With her or with your past?”
“Hell, I don’t know. Maybe both.”
