Page 240 of Remiss
“I’ll keep that in mind, but I assure you your services won’t be needed if it’s to hurt Johnnie.”
“By the end of our meeting, you may feel differently,” Bash declared. “Just keep an open mind, baby.”
“I’m notoriously tunnel-visioned,” she said cheerfully.
“Doesn’t mean you’re not willing to explore your options.”
“Fine,” she said, shrugging. “Shoot your shot. Just don’t expect a different answer. Now, where were we?”
“Discussing how velvety your brown eyes are?”
“Before that,” Kendall said primly.
“Johnnie doesn’t deserve you. I’ll bet it’s been weeks since he complimented you.”
Months actually, but who was counting?
“If I had been in Christopher’s position, I would’ve fucked you.”
“Who would’ve guessed?” she retorted.
He blew her a kiss. “I love a sassy bitch.”
Shaking her head, she flipped him off, and he clutched his heart.
“I just fell deeper in love.”
“You’re full of shit,” she chortled.
“If you don’t want to go to a bar, I can take you to the opera. Madama Butterfly is playing in San Francisco. Looked it up just for you, baby.”
As much as she hated to admit it, Bash was charming her. She blamed Johnnie, because the psychopath before her was showing her more attention than the one she married.
She drew in an irritated breath, tired of Bash’s flirting and resenting Johnnie’s neglect. “Your begging does not align with how cavalierly you mention the rape and murder of women. Like you kill them for fun.”
“And?” he said with a shrug. “I wouldn’t hurt you.”
Kendall wondered if she’d get any real answers from Bash. Or even Hopper’s phone number. Another goal of hers. It didn’t matter if he was really backing off, she still had questions.
“Why’d you dress up for me? Look so fucking gorgeous? Smell so good?”
She’d opt for honesty. “I wanted to get on your good side,” she admitted. “I need answers,” she stressed again.
“I don’t trust cunts, so I don’t let them get on my good side.”
What could she say to that? She kept her face blank.
His gaze fastened on her breasts. She resisted the urge to slide down or cross her arms over her chest. Instead, she met his gaze.
“Do you want to know how big my cock is? I’d love to know how wet your cunt gets.”
She ignored him. “Was Patricia really married to Cee Cee?”
Fuck, the questions were so goddamn long overdue, they felt a little anticlimactic and left her disappointed.
“Don’t you have the records?”
“All indications point to them being married. However, Logan Donovan had a birth certificate for Christopher that lists Patricia with her maiden name. A second certificate has her married name.”
