Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“What?” Cain asked.
“Sorry, Boss, I just needed to make sure it was okay for me to gather the details of a Cameron Pierce. It has been requested by Leah,” Lewis said.
Cain couldn’t recall the name, and he had no idea why she would be requesting that kind of information. He had told her on previous occasions if she ever needed information on anyone or anything, then Lewis was her guy. He had no issue with paying the bill for whatever she needed.
“Get the details, but don’t send them to her. Forward me all the information.” Climbing into his car, he nodded toward his men, before turning over his ignition and pulling out of the small home estate.
Danny was a problem. One he needed to fix, but right at that moment, he didn’t know how to unless he put a bullet in his son’s head. Death would solve everything. He’d already grown tired of cleaning up his messes. Leah wanted him to send his son to prison and he’d be more than happy to do that, only prison would make him far worse. So, death or trying to keep him trapped were his only options for now.
Driving back home to where he left Leah took a little longer than he would have liked. Traffic had built up, as people were trying to make it home after a long day, and it had been a long day. Too fucking long.
He didn’t want to break up his time with Leah by dealing with his son, but sacrifices needed to be made. Leaving her had been the only solution. He’d promised her she’d never have to deal with Danny again, and he wouldn’t force her to. Although he was tempted to ask what she thought he should do with his son, with this fresh information. He doubted she’d offer to kill him. Leah still believed in prison, or at least she thought it was the best place for him.
By the time he arrived back at his home, it was already dark, and he was starving. He parked the car, nodded at his men, and then took the stairs leading to the front door, two at a time. Entering his home, he went straight to his office, as he knew that was where he would find Leah.
If she was trying to get in touch with Lewis, she’d do so on his office cell phone. She rarely used the cell phone he’d gifted her. Her only explanation was, there had once been a time when people didn’t survive on their cell phones, and she would like to keep it that way. He imagined he had more memory of a life without cell phones and the Internet than she did, but it was rather cute to hear her say so.
Leah was sitting at his desk, twirling a pen between her fingers, lips pursed, and she appeared to be locked into his email.
“Do you want to tell me who Cameron Pierce is and why you’re looking for him?” he asked.
Chapter Seven
Leah turned to look at Cain. She wanted to hate him, or be angry with him, maybe even a little bit pissed off, but instead she found herself aroused by the sight of him. This wasn’t a good thing, so she turned her attention back toward the computer screen.
“I thought you said I could use Lewis whenever I needed him?” she asked.
“You can. It doesn’t stop him from getting in touch with me for this information. Is Cameron a parent?” he asked.
Leah frowned. “No. Have you ever talked with Frank, your chef?”
“Yes, I talk with him all the time.”
“And what about the reason behind his being in prison?” she asked.
“I’m aware of it being a cop that wanted to make his life hell over a woman. So what?”
“So what?” Leah shook her head. “This woman left the cop. She left the state or even the country for Frank, so this cop would stop making his life misery.”
“That cop didn’t stop making Frank’s life misery,” Cain said, stepping further into the room. He closed the door to his office and came closer to her.
She couldn’t help but be lost in him as he started to remove his jacket. Underneath he wore one of his crisp suits. The kind that just screamed … man in control. Cain was always in control. Those hands were capable of so much more, and she was not going to sit there fantasizing about them. She was going to stay focused on her work.
“I did,” he said.
That shouldn’t have been sexy, but it was.
She was starting to see that Cain took care of his friends. They were his first priority, and that she could respect. She also admired it.
“Anyway, that doesn’t matter. I was talking to Frank today, you know, trying to distract him from the fact you’ve ruined his perfectly organized pots and pans. He told me how the two of you met and what caused him to be in prison.”