Page 18 of Innocent and Sweet

“I’ll take you.”

“Fine.” She left the suite. The bastard. He wasn’t going to cooperate unless she played his game. Fuck it. She’d play, and he’d lose.

“Where are we going?” Julian hurried to keep up with her as she scrambled down the stairs to the ground floor, then into the garage. She made her way to the Jeep. If she was going to leave, she wanted to in her own style.

“I’ll tell you in the car.” She sank onto the driver’s seat. She hadn’t been behind the wheel in a while, but she loved the off-road-capable vehicle. “Get in. No one wants me dead.”

“You’ve been threatened.” Julian reached for the wheel. “Let me drive.”

“Nope.” She backed out of the garage. “I just want you here for backup. I know where Soloman Street is.”

He reached for the wheel again. “I don’t think I want you driving.”

“I don’t care.” She sped across town. If Kameron couldn’t be with her, she’d go to him. She needed answers.

“Ms. Dunn… Soloman Street is near the construction site.” Julian touched her arm. “You’re going to a dangerous area.”

“I don’t care.” She kept driving.

“You don’t want to poke this bear,” Julian growled. “It’s not smart.”

“According to you and the others, nothing I do is smart.” She drove down Soloman Street to Kameron’s house. According to the map, the place wasn’t large. No kidding. The quaintness appealed to her. But why was one end of the street empty? She parked and noticed the looming Dunn Holdings sign. The construction site. She knew little about her father’s businesses, but enough to realize her father had more to do with Kam’s situation than she’d expected.

Julian left the Jeep first, then rounded to her side. “I don’t think it’s safe to be here. This house is abandoned.”

“No, it’s not.” She pushed past him and headed up to the front door. The light in the front room turned on, then off. She jiggled the door handle. “Kam? I know you’re in there. Talk to me. I’m not leaving until you do.”

The door opened. Kam glared at her. “Why are you here?”

“We need to talk. I’m tired of being left out.” She marched into his house. “I’m not going anywhere until I get answers.”

“Damn, you’re pushy,” Kameron said. He closed the door. “Julian will have a fucking fit.”

“I know.” She faced him. “I learned pushiness from you.” She squared her shoulders. “Now, tell me the truth. Why aren’t you cashing your paychecks?”

“That’s what you want to know?”

“Yes.” Among other things.

“I don’t need the money.”

“Because you’re getting money from my father? What for? I saw the transfers.” She notched her chin in the air. “Tell me.”

“I’m not taking anything from your father,” Kameron bit out. “Nothing.”

“Why are there transfers in your name?”

“Where did you see that?” Kameron sat on the arm of the chair. He continued glaring, but his tone softened.

Had she gotten through to him? “I hacked into the family banking and saw the records.” She rested her hands on her hips again. “Why is my father trying to pay you? To pay you off? To leave me alone?”

“No.” He winced.

“Then why?” She wanted to throw herself in his arms, but she held back.

“He’s trying to buy my house.” Kameron met her gaze. “He wants me to leave.”

“For the construction site?” His house was on the edge. “He can’t stop before he gets to your house? It’s just a house. Is it worth this abuse?”

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