Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
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Chapter Twenty-Three
CASH
It’s strange to be elated and pissed off at the same time. I have been wanting Kindred from the moment I laid eyes on her and she opened that mouth of hers. When I did the same, I ended up making her mad by sticking my foot in my mouth. I want to kick my own ass for not being more blunt from the start, but dating and women had never been on my radar until she and I saw the potential for a whole other life.
The filthier I talked, the more she melted. It did what no one else could do to her: leave her speechless and blushing. I’m still thinking about her laid out on her desk. I’ve had that fantasy many times. I'd gone over to check on her and take her lunch along with shoes I grabbed when I was at her place getting things she needed.
After I got things sorted out, I then got a ton of her belongings moved from her place over to ours. I don't think she realizes I'm pretty much getting everything that belongs to her. It's why I knew I'd be able to get all the Christmas and wedding items she'll need. I also gave Tinsley my credit card and told her to go to town with getting Christmas stuff and having it taken over to the house and set up.
That way I can keep digging into who is fucking with my girl. I didn’t think the call records would get me much. It’s much too easy these days to spoof phone numbers. Now what I can do is trace where the call was coming from. Well, I can’t. Obtaining warrants and other necessary approvals takes time. I don’t have time, not when it comes to Kindred and her safety.
She’s been so busy today I think it all might have slipped her mind. It hasn’t slipped mine, and I already have an idea of who might be behind this. I only want to make sure I’m correct before I go pointing fingers at the new deputy.
That said, these things had started before she was assigned to New Hope. Which would be smart on Beckett’s part, if she did it before her name came on the radar. The thing is, her name has already been on it since she told me who her brother was.
Now I'm waiting to hear back from the sheriff's office. I want the details on how she came to be here. For the time being, I can keep an eye on Beckett, but I still need to keep possibilities open. I also need to understand her motive.
If she knows the truth about her brother and that I killed him, why not come for me? I suppose she could do that through Kindred to get to me. I took her brother from her, so she'll take Kindred from me? Is Beckett that far off the rails?
All the shit that went down with her brother was classified, so I’m not sure how she would have even gotten ahold of that sort of information. Something really isn’t adding up.
I glance over at Beckett; she is bouncing her foot, bored. I don't know if she keeps asking about the break-in at Kindred’s because there isn't much else to handle around here or because she's fishing for information. Is she trying to feel me out to see if I suspect her?
"Do you know how formal the wedding is? I'm not sure what to wear," Beckett asks.
"Not a clue." I have a bunch of suits in the back of my closet.
"Are you going to stay mad at me?" Beckett stands and leans up against her desk.
"You were careless with your service weapon."
"A person was running toward me while we had two people in custody."
"Detained," I correct. "So that means you wave your weapon around? Mind you, there were other options at your disposal." A stun gun would have sufficed.
"A giant crowd was forming. That girl of yours thinks she runs this town and can just rush into a crime scene." I don’t miss the way she says that girl of yours when referring to Kindred. As though she ate something bitter and wants it out of her mouth.
"It wasn't a fucking crime scene."
"Because you didn't arrest them. As you should have."
"You think what you're saying is proving your point when you're only digging your grave deeper. A crowd was forming. Annoying, nosy people, and there you are waving a gun around." I have to bite back harsher words.
Fuck me. When I glance up at her rare silence, I see her eyes are filled with tears. "That's not how things are done. Both of them should have been arrested."
"Beckett."
"Katie, why won't you call me Katie?"
"We're not friends. We're colleagues," I remind her. "Here's the thing."