Page 51 of A Curse On Black Lake
He glares and then looks at Eliana.
“We can sit out on the porch,” she says softly.
Wyatt takes a step back, gesturing for Eliana to go first. I close the door behind me and sit in the rocking chair, pulling her into my lap. Her wide eyes meet mine before she schools her expression, the picture of happiness.
Her hands rest in her thighs, and I slide my hand up her back to her neck, checking her pulse. It gallops harder than any horse. I squeeze her shoulder reassuringly. Eliana’s posture relaxes a little, and she turns, draping an arm around my neck. It takes everything in me not to tuck my nose into her neck and take a deep breath of her. But then again, it would probably sell it.
“Well, Ms. Greer, I don’t know if you’re aware of the murder that happened recently.”
“You’re talking about the woman Killian found?” she asks, pressing her hand on her chest. “It was terrible what happened to her.”
I dip my nose under her jaw and take a breath. Goosebumps rise on her skin, but she stays in character.That’s what this is right?
“Where were you the night of May 17th?” he asks her.
Eliana’s hand rests over mine on her thigh. She glances at me and then back to Wyatt. “That was not quite two months ago, so I’m pretty sure Killian and I were together.”
“Pretty sure?” Wyatt says, leaning forward, staring at her a little too closely for my liking.
I love my cousin. He’s the only family I have left, but the primal part of me is close to ripping his throat out with my teeth.
“Wyatt,” I drawl.
His eyes flick to mine before focusing on Eliana.
“We spend a lot of time together, so yeah, I’mprettysure,” she says with a glass full of attitude I’d like to guzzle.
“And can you tell me what you were doing that night?” he asks.
I freeze, and Eliana’s hand on mine squeezes. “That’s none of your damn business,” she snaps.
“Well, ma’am, it is if you were involved in—”
“First of all, I resent the implication that Killian or I were involved in amurderon his land. But I canassure youhe waswith methe night before he found her. Allnight.Is that clear enough for you?” she says in a sickly sweet tone that makes me want to lick her.
What the hell is wrong with you?
Wyatt stands from his chair. “Yes, ma’am. Thank you for your time,” he says and tips his hat.
Eliana leans back into my chest.
“Killian,” Wyatt grunts.
I don’t say anything, watching him walk down the sidewalk and get in his truck.
“That was … weird. Good thing we made a plan,” Eliana says.
“I was thinking the same thing,” I mutter as we watch him drive off.
She looks over her shoulder, clearly not in a hurry to get up, and I don’t mind.
“How do you feel about everything?” Eliana asks quietly.
Her body is tense like she’s bracing herself, and I continue rubbing circles on her thigh with my thumb in an attempt to reassure her, or maybe it’s because I simply like the fact she’s letting me touch her.
“I am. It’s unusual, and the fact that this murder I’m suspected of is part of something larger makes it all a little hard for me to believe.”
“It’s hard for me too,” she says.
