Kane
In my passenger seat, at last, thank fuck, Lovelyn settled, her expression one I hadn’t seen before. Pulling out into the darkening afternoon, I was one hundred percent tuned in to the woman I’d finally caught. Satisfaction rose in me. Just like energy practically rippled off her.
‘Thank You for Hating Me’ by Citizen Soldier played on my radio.
I didn’t care if she did.
She knew where Dixie was. That had to be the reason for the change in her mood, and my plan to have her at the warehouse had worked perfectly to bring her into my hands. Strangely voluntarily.
Yet it didn’t explain the warming of my blood. The fact my dick was taking way too much interest in her. Her scent filled my senses, and for a beat, I was glad her car was parked so far away. I had an hour alone with her.
Shame it couldn’t be used for better purposes.
For a long while, Lovelyn didn’t speak, and at a junction, I took a moment to watch her while she stared out the window.
My gaze snagged low, and I forgot why we were on this road. She was dangerous in a way the city had never taught me, softand stubborn, and I was into it. Hard to stick to a plan when every other thought was teeth and breath.
“Kane?”
I blinked up to find her attention on me, her cheeks pink.
“Eyes on the road, perv. You hit a sheep, and I’m walking home.”
Damn, I shouldn’t be getting so distracted. But I couldn’t regret the cause. Not when she blushed so prettily from the smallest attention. What would she be like if I told her exactly what was going through my head?
I was borderline ready to find out. I hadn’t been attracted to a woman in the ways I was to her in…ever.
Cutting the irrelevant thought off, I got us going again, unable to resist another glance at Lovelyn’s cleavage.
She muttered something about a swift kick to the balls that almost curved my lips into a smile. Almost. Happiness and all that went with it didn’t feature in my life. I had to focus in on my goal.
I had her. Locked in my car. Nowhere to go.
I let her stew in silence until we were out of Deadwater’s city limits. “So, ready to share?”
She poked her tongue into her cheek, challenge in her eyes. “Are you?”
“You’re the one holding all the knowledge.”
“Am I? Let me run through a little summary I’ve been considering. Yesterday, you kidnapped me with a story about Dixie being in trouble and desperately needing my help. Time was of the essence. Oh, so urgent. At her flat, you broke in, searched the place, and took her hairbrush. How am I doing so far?”
I drew my eyebrows together in wonder at where she was going with this.
“Then I had an interesting conversation with your sister about revelations from your family meeting.”
For fuck’s sake. It shouldn’t have surprised me that Mila spilled every detail, but it was just another way that the two of us were so different. I didn’t share anything, ever. Definitely not to friends, not that I had any of those. I exhaled hard.
Lovelyn exclaimed. “I’m right, aren’t I? You’re on this wild and urgent hunt for Dixie, a woman who fled the warehouse not long after Mila arrived on the scene. Which also could be interpreted as she’d heard the surname of Convict’s new girlfriend and ran. You believe that Dixie is Darcy Marchant, don’t you?”
I shook my head, annoyed at myself because of course she would’ve worked it out. Being on the back foot was not my style.
“How long have you known?” she pressed. At my lack of an answer, she tried again. “All right, then how did you work it out?”
I wasn’t giving that up either.
Lovelyn made a sound of frustration. “You have the communication skills of a rock. Dixie’s your sister,Mila’ssister.” She gestured up and down me, getting heated in her movements. “Mila, I can see. They’re both beautiful, and though I’ve no idea what Dixie’s real hair colour is, if I picture their faces, it’s easy to see them as related. You, I can’t make a comparison at all. Then again, you didn’t look at Dixie and see similarities, did you? But you wouldn’t be doing this if you weren’t reasonably sure, so that means you found evidence.”
I drummed the steering wheel. She was far too fucking perceptive.
