Page 16 of Coup De Grâce
“Worried Benjamin will have enough and retaliate?” she grinned.
My eyes widened in horror. “No, I’m worried Eloise will grab a knife and finally do him in.”
She burst out laughing, but when I didn’t join in, she stopped. “Seriously?”
I nodded. “Just…watch your back.”
On that note, I scurried upstairs and got into the shower before she could tell me she changed her mind. I could hear the kids arguing over the sound of the pounding water and leaned my head against the wall, wishing this was not my life. So much time wasted. So many nights without Cash.
When would it finally end?
When the doorbellrang later that night, I was very tempted to tell whoever it was to fuck off. But then I swung the door open and those words died on my lips.
“How is he?”
Knight didn’t look at all shocked that I didn’t play the grieving widow for him. I did my best at the funeral, but he knew I was faking it. There wasn’t much I could slip past him.
When he didn’t immediately step inside, I grabbed his leather jacket and tugged him inside, closing the door quickly. “Tell me everything.”
“I can see his ruse worked really well on you.”
Rolling my eyes, I let him know with my body language that I wasn’t in the mood for games. “Just tell me what’s going on. You disappeared for several days. I know you went to see him.”
“You know, there’s a reason he pretended to die. That won’t work if you don’t actually believe he’s dead.”
“And to everyone else around here, I’m playing my part perfectly. There’s not a single person who doesn’t believe I’m not grieving the loss of my husband. But you know how he is. I’m not going to pretend around you when you have information I need.”
Sighing, he unzipped his jacket and tossed it on the chair, walking into the kitchen to make himself at home. I knew he had been here many times before, even when I didn’t know he’d been inside. That was just Knight’s way. He was keeping an eye on us for Cash, and I wouldn’t fault him for that.
Following him into the kitchen, I waited impatiently for him to give me some scrap of news.
“He’s headed out for a meeting.”
“And? How is he?”
Knight’s cold eyes met mine and fear stabbed me in the chest for a moment. “Torturing himself.”
“But he’s okay,” I said, hoping he wasn’t losing it like I was.
“He’s alive.”
“That’s not what I asked,” I snapped. “Knight, you’d better fucking tell me right now. I’m in the dark here and I need to know he’s okay!”
A chuckle left his lips as he poured a drink. “In the dark? I think you’re probably the furthest from in the dark.”
“I may know that he’s alive, but that doesn’t tell me how he is. That doesn’t tell me if he’s coming home soon.”
His voice softened at my statement. “I think you already know the answer to that.”
I couldn’t hold his gaze anymore, not when I saw the truth in his eyes. Cash was firmly wrapped up in this, and there was no getting out until it was finished.
“If it makes you feel any better, he’s going fucking crazy without you.”
That did make me feel better. Maybe it shouldn’t, but I needed that reassurance that he wasn’t still lost like when he came home after killing Rafe. So, I took a deep breath and focused on the future.
“So, what’s the plan?”
He shrugged, glancing away. “There’s nothing for me to do at the moment. I just have to wait it out until I get some signal from him.”
