Blood Money (Lone Star Mobster Book 3) by Cynthia Rayne

Author:Cynthia Rayne [Rayne, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-08-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Someone’s here.

Vick’s eyes snapped open to the sound of creaking floorboards outside her bedroom window. The master bedroom was in the front of the townhouse, near the front porch.

With a hiss, Bast retreated under the bed from her usual place at Vick’s feet. Vick grabbed her glasses and shoved them on her nose.

Vick briefly thought about turning on the lights but decided against it. She doubted company called at this hour.

One of her friends or co-workers would’ve announced themselves. Jack was in the spare bedroom, snoring up a storm. Jasper wouldn’t be at her door since things had gotten so awkward for them.

Which left Simon. Please don’t let it be him.

Vick contemplated the gun on the nightstand for what felt like a century. Now was the time to use it. She clutched the handle, and it felt heavy in her hand, like a lead weight. Vick cautiously tucked the firearm into the pocket of her pajama pants. They were roomy enough to disguise the weapon. Vick also grabbed her car keys, in case she had to make a hasty exit.

On shaking legs, Vick approached the front door and peered through the peephole.

Whoever it was, stood off to the side, so she only saw a shadowed face in profile. Another terrible sign.

“Show yourself!” Vick wished she sounded authoritative, and not scared spitless.

The man turned, and his features came into view. She clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from crying out.

“Simon.”

“You’ve been lyin’ to me for years, Victoria Hale.”

Oh, God. He knows. Ice froze in her veins.

Her first instinct was to protect her identity, but the jig was well and truly up. No point in pretending anymore.

“Let me in, Victoria.”

“No.”

“I’ll make a scene. Want your neighbors to get an earful?”

Including Jasper?

“You wouldn’t.”

“You know I will.” He leaned in, his voice low and urgent through the door. “I’ll wake them all up. Tongues will be waggin’ for weeks.” She missed living in an anonymous big city where not even her neighbors knew a darn thing about her.

Steeling herself, Vick unchained the latch and opened the front door. Simon stood on the other side of her screen in the pale moonlight. His features remained partly hidden by the dark.

“How’d you find out?”

“Private investigator. A lot of things didn’t add up, so I got some answers after the biker boys tried to shake me down.” He stood there, staring at her reproachfully, as though she’d betrayed him somehow.

“If you’re waitin’ for an apology, I can’t give you one. I don’t feel guilty about protectin’ myself.” Vick lifted her chin.

“Aren’t you gonna invite me in?”

Vick couldn’t stand the thought of him standing in her home, touching her things, seeing where she actually lived. She’d been the one who came to him on all their “dates.”

She’d compartmentalized Veronica’s exploits from her own. It was probably some kind of head trip, but it worked. And now he wanted to climb the fences she’d kept between them.

“Nope.” Southern hospitality be damned.

“Fine, then come on out here. You owe me an explanation, if not an apology.

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