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Meet you there. Bringing a date
It doesn’t bother me. I want him to be happy, and he won’t find that with me.
Good
It’ll be perfect cover
Gentry Evans will never drop his guard around me on duty. But if he sees me on what looks like a double date, day-tripping to Daufuskie Island, maybe he will.
The Saturday in late July is perfect weather. Meeting Jameson’s date at the dock delights me too. She’s gorgeous and super chill. He introduces her first as an MMA fighter before even sharing her name.
“Cade Bryant,”—Jameson’s chest puffs up proud—“meet Scarlett Jones.”
I shake her hand. She gives me a firm grip and a gentle smile, and I like her. Her company may turn this into a good day.
And when Silas pulls his boat into the slip, and he’s not wearing a shirt? Maybe, finally, it’ll be a great one.
Jameson drapes his arm over Scarlett’s shoulder. “I told her she should come to work with us.”
We chat while Silas ties us off at our destination.
“I can’t work for the police.” Scarlett jumps onto the dock. “I have a record.”
“Hell, yeah.” Silas grins, wrapping a rope whip-fast around a cleat. “Y’all are my kinda company to keep.”
I’m intrigued. By her. By this day.
We grab a picnic table outside the crab shack by the water’s edge. Positioning myself to watch the busy marina, I wait for a wicked man to arrive. Not that anyone could miss Gentry’s huge yacht. It’s like a turd floating in a clear pool.
“What’s the record for?” I ask Scarlett since she brought it up.
“Teenage stupidity.” She has dimples when she smiles.
I toast her beer. “Guilty as charged.”
“Who doesn’t do stupid shit when they’re young?” Silas’s easy voice soothes my bruised heart… just a bit.
Around him, my mind wants to wander to Redix. He’s his damn twin. But I force myself to focus on Silas. How his eyes are hazel and full of laughter, and not blue and swimming with pain.
“What did you do?” I ask him. “Since everyone’s fessing up.”
Silas tucks his long strands behind his ear, cinching my heart with that memory before he answers, “I fell in love with a woman I can’t have.”
“That’s the worst offense,” Jameson says, and I cough.
That was meant for me.
“Well, she’s far away and finally happy.” Silas gazes out over the water like she’s standing before him. “That’s all that matters.”
And all I can do is admire his sexy profile. And wish the same was true for me and Redix. That he’s far away, and we’re finally happy.
It isn’t.
The hour passes. The beer is good. The fried shrimp are the best, and I’m not taking my eyes off the marina while Silas fills my mind with fun conversation. Fishing. Boating. Then he asks me about my modeling and why I went from a glamorous job to a grueling one.
A white Pershing yacht glides into view. Everyone knows who it belongs to.
“Because of men like that.”
