Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Blanche nods. “Good work, have you called him in for an interview?”
“I have, he’ll be here this afternoon.”
“You’re a natural.”
I look up at him and my cheeks flush at the compliment. It’s not something I get a great deal of around here. “Thank you, it’s a pleasure working with you.”
“I have a few notes to go over later, if you’re interested, we could maybe do it over dinner?”
Oh.
Oh my.
“Not a date,” he chuckles at my now redder cheeks. “Just two colleagues having dinner and working on solving a case. It’s something we do often.”
“Sure, of course,” I stammer, feeling stupid but at the same time honored he wants to work with me after hours. “I can do that.”
“What time works for you?”
“My son is with his dad for a few nights, so anytime is fine.”
“Wonderful, I’ll pick you up at seven.”
Oh, boy.
This is happening.
Really happening.
Finally.
I SWING THE DOOR OPEN to see Alarick, Cohen, and Kendric standing at my doorstep. I’m dressed up for my night out and am shocked to see them on my doorstep. Steven will be here any minute, and I’m fairly certain he’s going to ask questions if he notices a bunch of bikers on my doorstep.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, eyes flashing past them to make sure he isn’t here yet.
“Where are you going?” Kendric asks, crossing his arms and letting his eyes rake over me in a way that makes me shiver, in the best possible way.
He does something to me, maybe it’s because I know he doesn’t like me, but he brings my body alive in a way nobody since Reece has. Only this time, he’s doing it in a healthy way. Or maybe that’s the problem, is that my relationship with Kendric isn’t all that healthy and my body knows it. It’s like it’s drawn to the darkness.
“I’m going out with Steven to work on the case, if you must know. It’s not going to look good if you’re all here, so you need to leave.”
“You’re going out with Blanche?” Alarick asks.
“Yes, now can you leave.”
“You goin’ to ask him some questions?” he keeps pressing, as if I didn’t frantically try to get rid of him.
“No, I’m not. I don’t think he has anything to do with this, I think you’re clutching at straws.”
Alarick’s face tightens, just a little. “Not the impression we’re gettin’ from our research. How can you be so fuckin’ sure he’s a good guy?”
“He’s the best detective this side of New York, seriously. He’s incredible. People come from all over to use him. Do you really believe he’d risk it all to involve himself in some horrible illegal scheme?”
Alarick studies me. “I’ve seen smarter men do it. We’ve got reason to believe he’s involved. We’ve been trackin’ Peter, found out some information that has given us a location we’re wantin’ to look into.”
“What location?” I ask, glancing past him again.
“An island, fair way out. Interesting that we stumbled across it. Found a trail that leads Peter to that particular island. King also told us that he did hear of it in his travels. We’re lookin’ into it, but I suspect that could be where Dax is. Pretty certain it’s well hidden and there’s a reason for that. They’re workin’ with someone who knows how to hide them. That someone is Blanche, I’m fuckin’ certain of it. Also found out that Blanche and Bennett are cousins. That ain’t no coincidence?”
Jesus.
I can’t process this right now.
He’s going to be here any minute, and the last thing I need is to be linked to a group of bikers. I’m sure Steven will have many questions then.
“I’ll come by the club tomorrow to discuss it. You need to go now, if he sees you here, nobody will be asking questions. Do you understand?”
Alarick glances at Cohen. Kendric hasn’t taken his eyes off me.
“We’ve got a lead, two towns over. We’re ridin’ to question them tomorrow. You’re comin’.”
What?
Jesus.
“Fine, okay, I’ll come. Can you leave?”
“We’re ridin’. You go with Kendric.”
I blink, staring at Kendric who gives me a grin that makes my skin prickle. It’s a shit eating grin, the kind of expression you give someone when you know there’s tension and the last thing they want to do is be stuck on a god damned bike with you.
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “No.”
“It’s happenin’, we’ll pick you up at nine,” Kendric murmurs, his voice low and husky.
“No way. I’ve never ridden on a bike. I’m not getting on one now. No.”
“We’re not leavin’ until you agree, so unless you want your little cop boyfriend to see us here, I suggest you accept,” Kendric tells me, his voice laced with amusement.
“For god’s sake,” I snap. “Fine, fine. Just leave.”
Alarick grins and Kendric nods his eyes, letting his eyes scan over my breasts before meeting my ice-cold stare once more. “That dress is tellin’ him you want to fuck, just so you know.”