A Love So Deadly by Lili Valente

Author:Lili Valente [Valente, Lili]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: alpha male, Suspense, Romantic Suspense, Dark Romance, Kidnapping
Publisher: Self Taught Ninja
Published: 2016-09-14T21:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Caitlin

I jab my finger at the number, running my nail beneath the digits to make sure I’m reading them correctly.

“This is worth six-hundred thousand dollars, Dad,” I say, glancing up at him, expecting him to snatch the paper away and make a run for the back door.

He had to have missed the number. If not, he would have listed the house and pocketed the money. He would never give me a half a million dollar home in exchange for our house in Giffney, a house that probably wouldn’t fetch more than one hundred and twenty thousand, even if I put on the new roof the repair guy insists is way overdue.

“I know.” An impish smile crosses Chuck’s face. “You kids will be living like movie stars. And there’s a cottage at the back of the property, too. They call it an Ohana. The agent says it rents for eighteen hundred a month, which should cover a good chunk of your expenses. You’ll be able to go back to working one job, Kit Cat, and have time for school. They’ve got a college on the island. It’s supposed to be nice.”

My eyes narrow as I search his face, looking for a fly in the ointment. “Why?”

“Why what?” Chuck asks, still grinning.

“Why would you give this to me? You could sell it and have more money than you’ve made in your entire life.”

“I could,” Chuck says, his expression sobering. “But we both know what I’d do with that much money. I can’t be trusted with my monthly check. If I had more, I’d drink myself to death in a year. Maybe less.”

My brows float higher on my forehead. Chuck has never talked to me like this before. He’s never been honest about what a problem the drinking is. He’s always said he has an Irish liver, or that the Cooneys can handle their booze better than anyone—like we’re the superheroes of alcohol consumption—or he points out that his own father was drunk pretty much constantly from the age of fourteen, and lived to the ripe old age of seventy-eight. To hear him copping to the fact that the only thing keeping him from drinking himself to death is a shortage of funds is surprising to say the least.

“And I like the idea of you kids living big because of me,” Chuck says. “I never thought I’d be able to give you something like this, but now I can. It feels good. I want to put you all on a plane and wave good-bye, knowing you’re going to a better life.”

I study his face for a long moment, but he doesn’t flinch or look away. He meets my eyes and holds my gaze.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was a man who had nothing to hide, but I do know better. And so I look harder, past the sentimental expression, behind the soft blue eyes, down to the heart of my father, where there is nothing but Chuck looking out

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.