Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Which one of you is it? Which one couldn’t let go?
The driver jumped out of the limo, hurried to the back door, and opened it
Legs. Long, beautiful legs appeared first. I’d tasted them many nights. I knew which one they belonged to before her brunette hair materialized. Wendy. Although she had a petite body—slim hips and small breasts—she was all legs and hair, those strands hanging well past her shoulders and down to her waist. Wearing a short emerald sundress, she directed her green eyes to me before stepping to the side and waiting for the rest to get out. Warmth radiated from her gaze. I was actually happy to see she got out first.
You’re the one ’who’s going to help me with the rest.
Due to my father’s gun being involved I knew the main person wasn’t Wendy. How would she have known about its existence? Dawn and Wendy had a romantic relationship, but Dawn tended to be tightlipped when it came to her pillow talk. With that logical deduction, Lucy and Dawn were at the top of my list for suspects.
They probably worked together. Which is why I’ll need you, Wendy.
Wendy blew me a kiss. I smiled, but said nothing else. Somewhere upstairs, Vivian and Jasmine watched from their windows. Every moment could make or break the next hours.
“I don’t get a hug?” Wendy’s words drawled out like a southern song. She had that twang that beautiful country women on movies possessed. She used to taunt me with it before, make me hard just with a few words out of those lips. Now neither she nor her voice had any effect. Instead, I dissected her—the loads of make-up on her face, the chemical scent of her perfume, which rode on the breeze. She wasn’t top on the suspect list, but she remained on there, nonetheless.
“Mama always says that only good comes from kindness.” She winked at me. “There’s just no other way.”
She’s definitely sober.
Sober Wendy always rivaled the drunken one. When she didn’t drink, her southern accent came on much stronger and she always had some cute saying to preach out as we went about our days. Mama always said this. Papa always claimed that. Only problem was that when I actually met her relatives, none of them held that country twang that she did, and even her accent lightened. And her mother never seemed to be the type that said much of anything. She kept her head low a lot, gaze to the ground, and hands resting in her lap.
Unease slumped down into my stomach. For the past days I’d been reviewing my memories and overanalyzing every single thing I could to get a hint of who the killer was.
Why am I feeling weird about Wendy’s parents and their accent?
Out of the three, Wendy needed me the most. She’d come from no money and appreciated everything I gave her. It had never been a secret among us all. Lucy owned a few stocks from her dead father that she’d refused to ever touch, but I was sure she would if her financial situation got too horrific. Dawn had access to her family’s money, although a lot of it her father gave me control of.
“Women shouldn’t have control of the money.” Dawn’s father handed me over all of her trust fund paperwork to sign. “I’m giving you power of attorney. I hate to say it but I can’t deal with my daughter anymore. She’s got me right where she wants to. She seems to listen to you, and since you’ve taken over your father’s companies, you’ve been shrewd and responsible.”
Dark blue suit pants appeared, next Dawn’s pale face and striking blonde hair. Today she had worn it in waves that outlined one side of her face. With full suit and a silk white shirt, she looked like she was walking into her law firm instead of meeting her death. Guilt and hatred mingled in my veins and then surged through my body. I’d cared for Dawn for a large part of my life. I’d even thought I loved her until I experienced the amazing sensation of being with Jasmine. Now I understood that what Dawn and I had was nothing but a long-term friendship and an intense infatuation; but nothing more. For Dawn, I could be with her as long as there were other women available. For Jasmine, I would sacrifice it all—money, women, even my life, if necessary.
And you think this is some sort of loving reunion? Naughty tesoro, I’ll teach you after all of this is over.
Dawn nodded and got on Wendy’s side. “Chase.”
“Hello.”
She tilted to the side and glanced behind me. “Where’s your whore?”
I was sure the vein in my neck pulsed and my top lip might have gone up into a sneer. “Apologize or kiss your trust fund money goodbye.”