Page 43 of The Chase
Well, Kurt was going to be on his best behavior. This was the first real sign Greer was getting close to forgiving him at all. And Kurt…damn, he loved that stubborn woman. More than words could ever say.
He just had one more thing to deal with in the office first.
Kurt grabbed the stack of notes from Luna, who told him his last meeting was waiting for him—but she didn’t know what it was about. And headed into his office. It was time to wrap things up. His woman was waiting.
He stepped into his office—and stopped.
Kurt didn’t know the man staring at him. He was ninety-nine percent certain of it. He would have remembered. The smell to begin with, and the man just looked ragged and unkempt. He hadn’t shaved in several weeks, but Kurt didn’t think the guy was trying to grow a beard. And there was dirt streaked across his cheek. “Can I help you?”
He ran the list of open positions he currently had—he didn’t have many. He tended to fill job openings in his businesses—and keep them filled. He paid well, he had excellent benefits, and he treated his people the way they should be treated. But this wasn’t a type of individual Kurt would hire, not with him showing up looking like this.
“You don’t remember me, do you? Knew you when you were a kid.”
“I’m afraid I don’t.”
“Knew your brother. We’re in the system together for years. I heard…you’ve been asking questions. About what happened that day. I’m here to tell you what I know.”
That was when it clicked. Photos—he’d seen mugshots of this guy in the files Lassiter had provided. Hell, they were in the desk drawer at his elbow now. “You’re Dwayne Yunderhall.”
The redheaded man who had tried to take Greer when she had been only nine years old. Thebastard.
“Yeah.”
“How long have you been out?” Kurt battled back the rage.
“About ten months. See you’ve done well for yourself. Kev would be proud.”
“If he was alive.” Kurt bit back the anger. This asshole wanted something from him. It was obvious.Thiswas the man who was responsible for the scars on Greer’s body. For the years she’dhurtafter. For Kevin’s death. For all of the years Kurt had been so angry.
And he was just casually sitting in Kurt’s office like he had every right to be there.
“What do you want?” Kurt wanted to kill this man. To rip him apart for everything he had done.
ForGreer.
The most beautiful, amazing, wonderful, incredible woman Kurt had ever known.
“Just wanted to catch up. Let you know…your brother would have been proud.”
“I don’t think that’s a good thing. Definitely not a compliment. Kevin was there and a thug and apparently a drunken pervert who put his hands on little girls. You think I want to be associated with that?”
“It wasn’t like that. We just drunk and doing something stupid.”
“You almost killed a nine-year-old girl, and you think it was just something stupid? She’ll have lasting pain and scars from you, and what do you want me to give you—a damned cookie? Get out of my office, and stay away from anything or anyone that’s mine. Am I clear.”
If he didn’t get this bastard out of his office, Kurtwouldkill him.
For her.
How he had ever thoughtKevinwas a victim that day?
It sank in hard: Kevin hadn’t been any better than the bastard sitting there in front of him.
Kevin had made his choices back then.
Kurt was never going to forget. “Get out.”
The man just stared at him, a sneer on his face. “What makes you think you can make me?”
