Page 72 of Chandelier Enthralled
“How is this relevant?”
“He gave me a name.” I studied Greyson carefully. “Dean Hersey.”
His reaction was subtle, but it was enough for me to sense Greyson knew something.
“That’s why I was at that club,” I admitted. “I was following in Dean’s footsteps.”
“Where were you going next?”
“Marina Del Ray. To a yacht club. Same one you’re a member of.”
He widened his eyes. “We should go.”
“Not so fast. Tell me what you know.”
“I know you’re stubborn.”
I moved closer, close enough to stand on my tiptoes and lean in for a kiss, flirting with the man with magnetic chemistry. “I like you.”
“I can see that.”
I stared at his lips. “What else do you know?”
He seemed to mull over his answer for the longest time, and then said, “The morning I came over to your brother’s, the same morning we met again in his kitchen, I was there to talk about an incident.”
“Incident?”
His eyes were brimming with emotion. “My ex-girlfriend was in my swimming pool.”
“Ex?”
“Yes, we were no longer together.”
“You didn’t want her there?”
He brushed his fingers over his face. “She drowned.”
I stepped back, face flushed from misreading him. “Drowned?”
“Yes.”
Then I realized… “Why do you need a lawyer?”
“Why do you think?”
I blinked up at him, heart pounding with the danger of our aloneness. “No one thinks you did it, though, right?” I blurted out, regretting it immediately.
“Those who know me, have no doubt of my innocence.”
“There’s no motive for you to kill her?”
He shrugged a shoulder. “In the interest of honesty, Willa, she was causing some disruption.”
“What kind?”
“She was moving in dangerous circles.”
“And you think they killed her for that?”
