“So good,” I whisper back with a lazy yawn. He tugs the duvet up over our naked bodies. “Night, Kane. And thank you for everything today.”
“No choice—and no regrets either. Sleep well, duchess.”
I do, and his voice follows me into my dreams.
My phone goesoff on the counter beside me after I shuffle downstairs to put a pot of coffee on.
Sleeping with Kane has side effects.
I’m not getting a ton ofsleepand I wake up weirdly early, so I’m still groggy, trying to find the will to grab my phone.
When I finally have the wits to put it to my ear, I suppress a yawn.
“Yes, hello?”
“Is this Miss Blackthorn?”
“That’s right. Who’s this?”
“Ma’am, I’m Detective Peter Albright from down in Bar Harbor. I’m helping the Sully Bay police out with their investigations.”
“Oh, okay.” I slide into a chair, instantly more awake. “Did they have a chance to visit Mr. and Mrs. Babin yesterday?”
“That’s what I’m calling about, yes.”
I scrub the last gritty sleep from my eyes.
Kane’s still upstairs, half-asleep and showering after a lazy bout of morning sex. I can hear Dan starting his drumming practice upstairs, and Sophie’s probably reading. Either way, the kitchen is empty and I’m alone.
“What did they say?”
“Sheriff paid them a visit, and I spoke with them over the phone to corroborate,” Detective Albright says. “We also checked their shoes against the prints we took. I’m sorry to say they didn’t match. The Babins also have a rock-solid alibi for the time in question.”
“What?” I suck in a breath. “What alibi?”
“Turns out they were delivering blueberries to a local pie shop one town over,” he says. “We talked to the owner, and everything checks out.”
Yikes.
I was so sure.
I never considered the possibility it might be someone else.
And if it is,who?
“I see,” I say slowly. “So, no other leads?”
“Not at this time, ma’am. We’ll follow up on a couple other theft reports in the area to see if we’ve got a connection.”
“Sounds good. Thanks for letting me know,” I say weakly.
“We’ll keep looking, don’t you worry. And if anything useful turns up, you’ll be the first to know. If you have any questions or new information, please don’t hesitate.”
“Right. I won’t. Thank you.” I force a smile into my voice, but my stomach flips upside down before I end the call.
Last night, Kane did such an amazing job helping me forget. But it’s impossible not to remember now.
Stumbling into the house and finding that broken plate, the pretty ceramic shards thrown everywhere like violent art.
