“You are beautiful.” I found myself blurting the sentence before I even realized, and the smile that warmed the color of her cheeks made me wonder if she’d heard that enough in life. Surely her father had said it, but was she serious about not having any boyfriends? It couldn’t be that extreme, and surely she’d given herself to someone over the years. Not that she was old, but at her age, women were experienced.
I went into the bathroom and discovered I’d let my five o’clock shadow turn into an overnight beard. Checking my watch as I put it on, I decided I didn’t have time to remedy that. When I walked out smelling like cologne and with much fresher breath, she darted in around me, causing me to stop in the doorway. We’d let our products scatter across the bathroom counter and she bee-lined for her deodorant and turned away as she hiked up her arms and went into her blouse.
A fleeting thought made me want to reach up into her shirt and cup those perfect breasts again. My cock hardened thinking about her straddling me and grinding against me as she danced. She’d been so hot working herself on me and even hotter that she took instruction so well from the other woman. Talk about your fantasies.
Luckily, the client had been an old friend and when we’d caught up, he’d left us at the table alone. The kiss that followed his leave won me over, and in that moment, I didn’t care if I ever kissed another woman ever again. And just like that, the next kiss was the one that sealed our marriage.
“I’m ready. How do I look? Will I do?” As I looked her up and down and thought of all the ways I wanted her, she frowned. I suddenly felt weird realizing that she probably had expected privacy and there I was lingering in the doorway like a… Well, like a husband.
“Not so much the billionaire’s wife?” The words were an apology, and I instinctively reached out and pulled her into my arms and lowered my mouth to hers for a quick kiss. It was either do that or scold her for doubting her worth. My money didn’t define me, and from all I’d learned about her, we’d grown up with much the same lifestyle. Our only difference was I’d gotten lucky with opportunity.
“You are perfect and far too good for the likes of me.”
Mason’s knock brought us out of the moment, but her expression had seemed one of shock and wonder as I walked away to let him in.
As I opened the door, he hurried in. “I’ve been knocking for ten minutes.” He glared at me and then toward the bedroom where Luna came out to join us. She regarded me with another of our secret glances regarding Mason, and I shook my head and turned to him as he plopped down on the sofa.
I crossed the room and lowered myself to sit across from him. “You were not, and if you’re in such a hot fired hurry, why the hell are we si
tting down?”
Luna joined us, taking a seat next to me, though far enough away we could have fit Mason between us. My brows pinched noticing, and I hoped I hadn’t made things awkward between us. We’d been getting along so well, joking and being comfortable; the last thing I wanted to do was ruin it.
Mason cleared his throat and when my head whipped around, he glared between us, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. “Now that I have your attention, I’ll continue.”
“They are going to be asking some of the same questions again, which is why we need to make sure that you’re both giving the same answers for the most part. They are looking for inconsistency or any change in your story. They’ve also had more time to gather new evidence, and I’m sure by now they’ll ask where you were before you went back to the room and the cameras went down.”
“What about the new things I remember?” Luna slid a glance my way and shifted in her seat, closing a bit of the distance between us.
“Well, in your case, they know you didn’t remember much and they’ll be hoping you’ve remembered new things, but they will compare them against what you said previously, as well as matching them up to Gabe’s. It’s really standard. Be honest and open and this whole mess will be over soon, and you can go back to your normal lives.”
I let those words sink in, and I wondered if she had, too, by the way her shoulders slumped, as if the words had deflated her. I had other things to worry about, though, like telling my attorney there was something I withheld.
Yeah, that little something was going to be a doozy. I wasn’t sure where to start, so I thought throwing it out there would be our best bet.
He rose to his feet and raked his fingers through his hair. “As long as we’re all on the same page, I think we’re good to go.” He clapped his hands together and turned for the door.
Luna grabbed my arm and pegged me with a hard glare. It was time. “Yeah, about being on the same page-”
He spun around and interrupted me. “That reminds me. Make sure that you clarify your relationship with the victims. They know that you saw Cindy that night, but what about the other girl?”
Frustration came out of me in a groan. “I didn’t see her.”
He shifted his stance. “Did you two have a decent breakup? Anything messy you might need to disclose? Calls to the police, restraining orders? Please tell me you didn’t leave anything that big out the last time.”
“Cindy and I had a rough breakup, and she did stalk me a bit after, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle on the inside. I had her watched for a while, locked down my own personal security, but it was mostly her trying to hold on to what we had, nothing violent. She did knock over a planter in my doorway, but that’s about it.”
“I see. That’s probably not a big deal, but since you saw her that night, they’re going to want to know more about how you know her. I’ve seen this too many times. They’ll try to stump you.” I could imagine them trying, but hoped Mason’s speculation was wrong. I glanced to Luna as fear gripped me.
“What if I get down there and they arrest me?” The weight of Luna’s hand on my arm was reassuring and comforting, but Mason’s brow lifted in her direction before answering.
“If that happens, our only hope is that they set bail and I’ll have you out in no time. I know they’re following some other leads. There were a few men who were on camera with both girls. Your connection to the women is why you were the primary suspect.”
He clapped his hand on my other shoulder and met my eyes directly. “I’m going to take care of you, my friend. It’s going to be fine, I promise, but for now, we better get going.” He turned to go to the door, and I knew I had to speak up.
“Wait! There’s something I need to tell you.”
He glanced down to his Rolex and waved his hand for us to follow him out. “You’ll have to tell me on the way down or in the car. If we don’t get going, we’ll be caught in traffic.”