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“It would be best if I went by myself,” I told her. “People may say things to me that they might not mention in your presence. If I’ll require access to Sherwood family spaces or other restricted areas, I’ll definitely ask you to come with me.”
“What do I do now?” She was looking at Rogan, not at me.
“Sign the paperwork and go home. Brian might call or show up,” Rogan said. “You’re not alone, Rynda. Nevada will help you. I will help you.”
“I hate you for killing my mother,” she told him, her voice strained.
“I know,” he said. “It couldn’t be helped.”
“Everything is falling apart, Connor. How can it all just crumble like that?”
“It’s House life,” he said.
Rynda’s shoulders stooped. She turned to me. “Where do I sign?”
I walked her through the paperwork, fees, and stipulations. She signed and went to collect her children.
Rogan waited until she was out of sight before stepping close to me.
“She’ll need an escort home,” I said. “And someone to watch the house.” There was no telling where this investigation would lead and extra security was never a bad idea.
“I’ll take care of it,” he said and kissed me. It was a sudden, hard kiss, fierce and hot. It burned like fire.
We broke apart and I saw the dragon in his eyes. Rogan was preparing to go to war.
“Your grandmother is in the city,” he said and pressed a USB drive into my hand. “You must decide tonight.”
He turned and walked away, the memory of his kiss still scorching me.
I took a deep breath and plugged the USB into my laptop.
“What do I do now?” She was looking at Rogan, not at me.
“Sign the paperwork and go home. Brian might call or show up,” Rogan said. “You’re not alone, Rynda. Nevada will help you. I will help you.”
“I hate you for killing my mother,” she told him, her voice strained.
“I know,” he said. “It couldn’t be helped.”
“Everything is falling apart, Connor. How can it all just crumble like that?”
“It’s House life,” he said.
Rynda’s shoulders stooped. She turned to me. “Where do I sign?”
I walked her through the paperwork, fees, and stipulations. She signed and went to collect her children.
Rogan waited until she was out of sight before stepping close to me.
“She’ll need an escort home,” I said. “And someone to watch the house.” There was no telling where this investigation would lead and extra security was never a bad idea.
“I’ll take care of it,” he said and kissed me. It was a sudden, hard kiss, fierce and hot. It burned like fire.
We broke apart and I saw the dragon in his eyes. Rogan was preparing to go to war.
“Your grandmother is in the city,” he said and pressed a USB drive into my hand. “You must decide tonight.”
He turned and walked away, the memory of his kiss still scorching me.
I took a deep breath and plugged the USB into my laptop.
