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After a few more kisses, Stryker untangles himself from me to go speak to his father and I turn, thinking to take the opportunity to dig through yesterday’s purchases since there’s no way I’ll be able to get back to sleep.
Suddenly, the door is flung open, and Stryker sheepishly reaches over to pick up his gun. “Forgot this and it’s better you don’t have access to it right now.”
Chapter 13
Bull
“You two been together long?” my dad asks as soon as I return to the living room, with my gun, and I pour a drink for myself before joining him at the island.
“Say what you came to say,” I reply instead of answering him.
He walked out five years ago, leaving paperwork behind signing over all of his personal property to me. There was a pittance left in the bank accounts, ensuring I’d have to work my ass off to make monthly payments, pay taxes, employees, and even buy chicken feed.
Thankfully, he wasn’t stupid enough to touch a cent that belonged to the Kings.
It was all I could do to keep things together for the following six months until the Kings voted me in as President. With a higher cut of the monthly take, I was finally able to repay the one person I wasn’t ashamed to borrow money from.
My mom’s old friend Jordan was there for me, like she had promised my mom she would be.
And now he stands in front of me, like some harbinger of doom and my stomach churns as I wait to hear what he has to say, because I sure as fuck know it isn’t good.
Just then, flashing lights shine through the blinds and I look at him.
“Is that for you?” My voice is sharp with anger even as he shakes his head. “Where’d you park?”
“Around back,” he says with an easy shrug.
“Get to the bedroom you’re staying in and don’t come out.”
Surprisingly, he does what I tell him to. I wait for the click of the door down the hall before I open the front door. This time, it’s Sheriff Clark standing on the porch.
“I saw your lights on, so I thought I’d give you a heads up that I was here,” he says nodding back over his shoulder before looking over mine. “Is Margo awake?”
“Come in out of the cold,” I grudgingly invite him before calling out. “Margo? Sheriff Clark is here, are you decent?”
“Is everything alright?” she asks, coming out of our room and looking around like she’s confused. Instead of walking toward us, she makes a beeline for the kitchen island between us.
Crap. Dad left out the whiskey glasses. Without a word, she immediately sits in front of the second one, as if retaking a seat she had just been in.
“A couple of things,” Clark says after a slight hesitation, his lips having pursed up at the sight of Margo toying with the glass of liquor in front of her. “Someone tried to enter George’s home tonight. Deming gave chase, but the man got away.”
“Did she get a look at him?” I ask the expected question but only get a shake of his head in reply.
“And the fingerprints came back,” he says. “Besides George and both of yours, Jason’s and a partial for an unknown male were also found.”
“You can tell male versus female fingerprints?” Margo asks, leaning forward.
“We can, yes. Meanwhile, I was hoping to catch Eli when he arrived,” he says, looking around as if we’re hiding him.
“He shared his location with me,” Margo volunteers, standing up to return to our room. “I’ll just go get my phone.”
“I spoke to the attorney,” Clark states, keeping his eyes trained on me and I raise my eyebrow, feeling him out. With his thumbs tucked into his belt, he gives me a shrug in response. “You’re not the only one with dirt on Terran. Did you tell her?”
“No.” I quietly answer his question, hoping he’ll stay quiet about it.
“Here it is. Looks like he’s about an hour away.” Margo’s holding her phone up as she reenters the room, before smiling sweetly. “Did you want to wait for him?”
I turn, slowly blinking at her. What the fuck? My dad’s not going to sit quietly in my childhood room while she entertains the sheriff out here.
