Killian (Hope City #8) - Kris Michaels Page 0,50
“My trailer has a small bed tucked away in the back room and I can sleep on the floor of my office. I’ll keep her away from her normal routine. Our relationship is so new that no one would be able to trace her to me, but they would be able to track you or anyone else in the family, cop or not.” His attention swung back to her father. She watched as the last sentence hit pay dirt.
Chauncey nailed Killian with a stare. “I’ll have the precinct increase patrols in the general area and I expect you to let me know if you will be off the site for any reason.” He turned his glare to her. “You work incognito. If you can’t do it on a computer it doesn’t get done, at least until we identify this man and figure out what is happening. You will lay low, and Killian, I’m holding you responsible for her actions.”
A lightning bolt of indignation flashed through her. “Hey, I’m old enough to be responsible for myself.”
“Except you won’t be careful or responsible if the only repercussions are to yourself. If Killian is the one to take the blame and the consequences of your actions, you’ll think twice before you chase a wild idea.”
Bekki deflated. Her father knew her well. She nodded. “All right. I accept.”
“What do you need from your condo?” Killian asked.
“Clothes, toothbrush, shampoo, and such. The documents I need are in my car.” She nodded, indicating where she’d parked her BMW. Killian’s truck was still at the Tavern. She couldn’t drive a stick, and with his leg, there was no way he’d be driving. Taggart said he’d drive it over to the construction site after the Tavern closed down.
“I can get those,” Hannah offered. “If I leave now, it won’t take long.”
Bekki glanced at the clock. “Mom, it’s almost two in the morning.”
Her father agreed. “You can pick them up in the morning and bring them back here. Bekki and Killian can sleep here. Then they will make one trip to the construction site and I’ll have a patrol shadow them to make sure no one is trailing her.”
Killian pulled back the pink, flowered bedspread from the queen-sized bed. Hannah decided since it had the largest bed he should have this room and banished Bekki to Brianna’s room, which was connected to this room by a Jack and Jill bathroom. He shucked his clothes and laid down, grinding his teeth to keep from releasing a groan as he positioned himself in the bed. Lifting his leg hurt. Maybe he’d been hasty when he declined medical evaluation. He sighed and relaxed into the mattress. Now he was just being a baby. Suck it up and deal. A motto he’d always followed and would continue to use to push himself when things got tough.
He heard Bekki talking with her mom in the other bedroom. The low sound of the women’s voices didn’t make tonight easier. Damn it, he wished like hell he could hold her. He was still jacked from the events of the night; sleep wasn’t going to come anytime soon. The scenes from the alley took up residence in his brain and flashed in a loop. Could he have done anything differently? Should he have stopped the man inside the bar? Would that have endangered others? Shit… Was Callum okay? He’d seen Taggart in the aftermath, but not Callum.
What if that bastard had shot Bekki? That thought popped his eyes open. Fuck, the feelings that were between them now were powerful; he could only imagine what they’d become as they got closer.
A swath of light filled his room. He turned his head to see her standing in the doorway to the bathroom. Completely naked. Damn. She sauntered over to the bed and slid under the covers.
“How are you? Really?” She whispered the question as she placed her hand on his stomach.
That familiar sizzle of unregulated voltage seared through his body and amped up as her hand trailed down to his cock. He grabbed her hand. “I’ll live, but we aren’t doing this in your parents’ house.”
“Why? Their room is downstairs all the way on the other side of the house. We’re over the kitchen. They’re exhausted old people and are probably already asleep.” She tugged at her hand and kissed his shoulder. “I promise to make you feel good.”
“It’s just… weird.” He let go of her hand and felt it slip down to circle his cock. The feel of