Evermore (Descendants of Ra: Book 3) by Tmonique Stephens

Author:Tmonique Stephens [Stephens, Tmonique]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Tmonique Stephens
Published: 2014-11-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Avery’s long strides chewed up the distance to the car while his thoughts churned on the interplay between Emeline, her grandfather, and the nurse. A thick undercurrent of tension choked the air between each of them. By her tense stance and guarded expression, Emeline knew Diane. And so did he. He’d seen her before, maybe at RedZone, and somewhere else. He just had to remember.

First Emeline, then the nurse. Too many coincidences lead a person to believe they’re not coincidences. Her name tag said Diane Ramsey. He’d text the info to Quin and info on Emeline. Between the picture of the drawings and the name, Quin would have a busy night.

Also, her grandfather wasn’t the addlepated elder he’d imagined. Avery would bet Grand felt the tension between the two women. Is that why he questioned him about protecting Emeline, because Grand knew she was in danger?

Avery began of mental tally of all the angles of Emeline’s story. First, the ex-boyfriend was a non-factor. Even after the fight at Belinda’s house, that story no longer floated. Second, the break-in was more than a crook looking for an easy payday. Third, Ridley Cross didn’t exist. Last night, Quin had run an extensive search on the name and had come up with nothing. Fourth, Emeline’s comatose friend at the house in Bronxville.

One night in and the damsel in distress story had fallen apart. Where would the real story take him and why did he continue to sit in the passenger seat?

She’s in trouble.

Seemed like she bought into the trouble and instead of asking for help, she’d buried her head in the sand. He should walk away. A client who wasn’t truthful would lead them both to their deaths.

Avery opened the passenger door to the car. He watched her saunter up to him, though that was her natural gait. A sexy, hip-swaying motion that made him want to grab hold and ride.

Walk away? Not when he’d finally tasted her, pinned her lithe body to the bed with her legs on his shoulders and his hands palming that ass. The memory had his dick aching. The reality of last night, her in his arms, destroyed the fantasy he’d created while stalking her. His heart—Shit!—wanted things it couldn’t have. Like her, all day, every day. And he wanted the truth.

She slid into the leather seat without a glance or a thank you. He slammed the door shut to the car and his desires.

“Sorry about Grand interrogating you. He has days when he’s not all there,” she said when he slid into the driver’s seat.

“I think he is always all there. Your grandfather has a determined will. Plus, he loves you a great deal.” The car rumbled to life. He exited the hospital parking lot and cranked up the heater. “Are there no other grandchildren?”

“Only child of an only child,” she repeated what Grand had said. “It’s just us. The family name will die with him.”

“Gamble?”

“Yes, an ancestor won big at the tables in Los Angeles during the gold rush and changed his name to Gamble.

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