Devil in Disguise: Quentin Security Series, #3 by Morgan James

Author:Morgan James
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Morgan James

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

KATE

I petted Peanut absentmindedly as I stared out the window, houses and buildings a blur as they passed.

Gavin reached over and squeezed my knee. “Still not talking to me?”

I shifted my legs to shake him off but didn’t bother to respond. Hell yes, I was still mad. I was pissed that he had so expertly manipulated me into doing exactly what he wanted, and I wasn’t nearly ready to forgive and forget just yet. Though the idea of spending the night alone in an empty house wasn’t exactly appealing, I had several other options. I could’ve stayed in a hotel or, barring that, I had friends in the area or could’ve gone to my parents’ house.

“We both know this is completely unnecessary,” I snapped.

“I disagree.” Gavin settled his elbow on the console between us, cautious to avoid jostling my arm. “We both know it’s a big deal; you just don’t like being told what to do.”

“No kidding,” I drawled and rolled my eyes.

I could see him flash an answering grin in the reflection of the dark windshield. “Tough shit,” he replied.

I sulked in my seat and stared off into the darkness until Gavin turned into a driveway nearly twenty minutes later. I started to throw the door open but remembered Peanut on my lap at the last moment. I didn’t want him to take off and get lost in some strange neighborhood. Gavin seemed to understand, because he grabbed my bag from the back, then scooped Peanut up and secured him under one arm.

Using his hip to prop open the door, he held out a hand. I stared at it for a long second, intent on refusing, before common sense kicked in. The low seats were a bitch to maneuver in, and I was grateful for the help. As soon as I was steady on my feet, he released me and closed the door, then headed to the house. I trailed behind, dragging my feet at the prospect of being stuck prisoner here. I followed him into the kitchen, where a familiar face came into view.

“Phil!”

The older man’s gaze bounced between Gavin and me, then landed on my bandaged triceps. “What happened?”

“Just an accident,” Gavin responded.

“I was shot.” I said it as clinically as possible, like it was no big deal, even though the memory still had the power to send shivers down my spine.

Gavin glared at me, and I shrugged my good shoulder as Phil’s eyes widened with disbelief. “You what?!”

“There was a drive-by at a coffee shop downtown,” Gavin said before I had the chance to speak up. “Kate was grazed by a bullet, and she had to have stitches.”

“You said you were running late,” Phil accused with a withering glare. “You never said Dr. Winfield was injured.”

“I didn’t want to worry you,” Gavin said as he strode toward the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. He waved it in my direction, and I nodded. I wasn’t so stubborn that I would refuse a drink, especially since I hadn’t eaten or had anything to drink since lunch.

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