“Do you take any anxiety medication or sleeping pills?”
“No.” My neck straightened. “I saw my father for the last time on Sunday afternoon after the Coopers–Cardinals game. He was perfectly healthy. I was supposed to meet with him on Monday. He didn’t make the meeting.”
“Gentlemen,” Fin said, “this has gone on long enough. If you are on a fishing expedition, you’ll need to do that with Ms. Hubbard’s attorney present.”
“Only a few more questions?—”
Fin interrupted. “Ms. Hubbard is done answering your questions.”
I wrapped my arms around my midsection as Fin walked the two officers to the door. I heard it close and the beeps indicating that Fin activated the security system.
“What the fuck?” he asked as he came back. “Vee, this is ridiculous.”
“I didn’t give pills to Dad.”
Fin wrapped me in his arms and pulled me to his chest. “I know that.” He took a step back, still holding onto my shoulders. “Do you have an attorney? One who doesn’t represent the Coopers?”
“Cammy gave me a name. I didn’t have time to call her today.”
“I think you should call first thing tomorrow.”
Chapter 17
Fin
“I think we made a mistake,” Vee said, looking out the passenger side window of my truck. She was gorgeous, dressed in brownish slacks that made her waist look tiny and an amber blouse with flowing sleeves. Her long hair was down, the way I liked it.
“What mistake?”
She turned my way. “I shouldn’t be riding with you to Maker’s Mark. I should have called for a car. The two of us arriving together is only going to fuel the rumors.”
Sunglasses covered her beautiful green eyes as well as the darkening shiner on her right cheek. I also knew that her left shoulder had a purple contusion from the seatbelt, seen this morning as we showered and evidenced by the way she winced when she buckled herself into the truck.
“I have an idea. You can duck down to the floorboard when we pass the reporters.”
“If you’re trying to be funny, it’s not working.”
My lips quirked. “I don’t know, the idea of you on the floor of my truck is sexy as fuck. A blow job is never a bad way to start a day.”
Vee scoffed. “You know, your predilection for oral hasn’t changed in fifteen years.”
“A man knows what he likes. Besides, I haven’t heard you complain.”
“This is a ridiculous conversation.”
I reached over and squeezed her thigh. “You’re right. You’ll have to deal with serious shit all day. I’m giving you a few minutes of ridiculousness.” I let my hand rest over her leg, unwilling to give up touching her any earlier than necessary. “And the best way to still rumors is to meet them head-on. Rip off the Band-Aid if you will.”
She let out a long breath. “Yesterday, I didn’t deny or confirm when asked. Hell, you’re right. If we admit our relationship and don’t make a big deal about it, the rumors will fade away.”
“That’s our plan?”
She looked at me with an unsure grin. “Yeah, that’s our plan.”
“If you want to talk about serious shit, I’m serious about you hiring personal security.”
Vee pressed her lips together. “I’ll have Jen get me a rental car until mine is fixed.”
“A rental car won’t stop what happened last evening.”
