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“Go where she can’t hear you. I’ve been doing some research.”
Looking behind me, I check the hallway, but she’s nowhere to be seen. I decide to slip out onto the balcony to talk to my brother. I doubt he’s slept since everything happened, so I know he may need this right now from me. As much as I want to tell him to fuck off, I decide not to, at least not yet.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“That girl. I don’t know why, but Nichols sounded familiar, and I couldn’t sleep. I remembered Mom’s note.Henry. I can’t even fucking eat. I’m so pissed and disgusted and everything else. Anyway, I started doing some research. Wells,” he hisses, rambling a bit.
“What?” I ask.
“The family killed her parents. It was us. Her father was an investor and her mother an heiress.”
“I knew that about them, but are you saying we had something to do with their deaths?” I ask on a hiss.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” he grinds out. “Dad was a manager at the time. He did the hit.”
Fuck.
Fucking fuck.
Mom was right.
The door to the balcony opens, and I turn my head, looking over my shoulder at Parker as she stands there watching me, a dreamy smile on her face. I don’t know how to fucking react. So I don’t say a fucking word.
“Gotta go,” I murmur to Coleman. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Fuck,” he hisses before he ends the call.
Fuckis absolutely right.
ChapterTwenty-Four
PARKER
I’m notsure what one wears to a late lunch/early dinner with the man you’re having sex with, who isn’t your boyfriend and you’ve never been in public with. Judging by his dark jeans and clean white T-shirt, I figure I can be pretty casual, but I still want to look nice.
After slipping on my favorite black stretchy cotton spaghetti strap dress, I slide my hands down the sides of my thighs and smooth it out. The dress hits just above my knees and hugs every single part of my body, leaving nothing to the imagination. Naturally, Allison bought it.
Grabbing an oversized chambray shirt, I button it but leave a few undone at the top and then tie it at the waist. Instead of wearing heels, I grab a pair of white slip-on sneakers to dress it down and take another glance at myself in the mirror.
Turning away from my reflection, I make my way toward Wells. He’s standing with his back to me on the balcony, leaning over slightly. He’s on the phone, and I wonder who he’s talking to, but I know that at the same time, it’s not my place to ask.
Watching him for a moment, I decide I’m going to make my presence known. I close the distance between me and the door. I reach out and wrap my fingers around the handle before I gently tug it down and open the door.
Moving forward, I watch him for a long moment before I hear him tell whoever he’s talking to that he has to go.
Wells slowly turns to face me, his eyes finding mine, then slowly sliding down my entire body. It feels like every single second his eyes are on my body that his fingers are touching me. I suck in a breath, then let it out as he pushes off the balcony rail and moves toward me.
He lifts his hand to cup my cheek, and I can’t hold back. My breath hitches as his light-coffee-colored gaze searches mine. “Are you hungry?” I ask, my lips touching his.
He doesn’t speak right away but lifts his head slightly, his eyes connecting to mine, and then his lips slowly curve upward. “Starving. Always.”
“For food?” I ask.
He growls, his lips curving into a wider smile. “Still starving, cupcake.”
Reaching out, he takes my hand in his and walks past me, tugging me behind him as he moves through the condo. I grab my phone and my purse before we move out of the condo and into the hallway.
I wonder where he’s parked, knowing I’m allowed to have one visitor spot, but I’m also wondering if he knows that or if he parked somewhere else. I don’t know why I’m so focused on this. I can’t think of anything else until he stops.
