Page 45 of Honoring Freedom
He crossed the short distance, and she didn’t dare flinch or blink. She wouldn’t cower under him.
“Your sister doesn’t have the same problem as you, obviously.” he said dryly.
His words caught her off guard, but she erased any expression that would tip him off to her surprise. “None of my sisters would give you the time of day.”
“Really?” He smoothed his manicured fingers down his jawline. “I’m afraid you’re wrong on that note.”
“Tribe, let’s enlighten the lady.” By that time Kent had polished off one glass of scotch and poured another. Tribe strolled into the room carrying a folder. He handed it to Kent, who took out the contents. “I think you should be aware of something, sweetheart.” He laid the stack of photos on the end of the table.
Freedom grabbed them and started to toss them at his head, but the top picture startled her enough that she paused, staring in disbelief.
Kent’s chuckle echoed through the room. “So, you see, at least one of your sisters has good taste in men.”
With each picture Freedom saw the sicker she became.
How could this be true?
She would have never believed it if she wasn’t seeing the proof herself.
Freedom stayed quiet.
“How about we make a deal?” he said in that usual cocky tone. “You stay quiet about what you think you know, and I’ll return the favor. I’m sure if something like this ended up in your father’s ear, he might not survive a second heart attack.”
She was so disgusted that she trembled.
“Just remember what I said. Stay away from us.” She backed up a few paces then turned, but before she left, she said to him from the threshold. “Good luck in your miserable existence.”
Chapter Seventeen
“You should never have gone, especially alone, and a second time?”
Freedom pushed back the cover and got up from Keller’s bed, swiped up her dress off the floor and pulled it over her head. She faced him with a shrug. “What was he going to do?”
Keller leaned against the headboard. The blanket barely covered his naked body. “If you think he’s capable of hiring someone to poison horses then he’s capable of doing anything.” He ran his hand through his already tousled hair. “Racing into a man’s home and accusing him of a criminal act is a very dangerous endeavor.”
“He’s guilty,” she quipped, using the elastic from her wrist she pulled her hair up off her neck. She hadn’t told anyone what she saw in the photos that Kent had showed her. If she caused a stink with Kent, it could destroy one or more of her sisters. It was an ultimate betrayal that even Freedom was having a tough time swallowing.
"With more security cameras around now, whoever's responsible for the poisoning will definitely get caught if they try it again."
“It’s ridiculous that we must monitor the comings and goings of our crew. We should trust the hands. Button this for me.” She swung around.
His hands were on the dress, slipping the buttons into the holes, and then she felt his lips press against her neck, making a path of kisses downward. “You smell good.” His voice was husky. They’d just made love, twice, and she had a feeling he wanted a third.
“Behave yourself, Keller. I should go before your friends get here.”
He lowered the strap of the dress and kissed her shoulder. She laid her head to the side wishing they could crawl back into bed. But if she wasn’t careful, she’d be caught at his house with a lot of explaining to do.
“What if we just stop worrying about getting caught?” he murmured against her skin.
“Right now isn’t the time, Keller.” After seeing the photos, Freedom waited for the other shoe to drop.
“Fine. If you insist.” He finished buttoning the dress. “All done, unfortunately.”
She rotated and draped her arms over his shoulders. “Thank you for this afternoon.”
“Glad I can be a sex tool.” He chuckled.
“You’re so much more than that.”