sharing some story about her neighbor, her eyes bright with laughter. Carmine caught Kade’s attention a few times during the evening, giving him his approval. He didn’t need it, but he was glad to have it. And for the rest of the night, he watched the woman who had bewitched him, bewitch his brother.
His cock was still inside her, and as much as he wanted to go another round, they had shit to discuss. He kissed her, long and hard, then pulled out of her. He didn’t stay in bed because she was too tempting, looking as she did, soft and sated.
“We need to talk.”
“Now?”
He grabbed her hand and dragged her from bed. “Now.”
He pulled on sweats; she pulled on his tee. He led her to the kitchen, so he could put the island between them because her in just his tee was fucking distracting.
“I talked to my PI.”
Soft and sated shifted. His cop was looking back now.
“He found a possible link between Jason Benjamin and Gregory Enzi senior.”
She was off the stool. “What?” She started to pace. “Okay, tell me everything.
“Tony Dent liked to gamble, was in it to a loan shark for fifty grand, one who had a link back to Enzi.”
Her eyes went wide. “Enzi saw Katrina, had contacts in Hollywood, made her a star, opened up a new revenue stream with selling drugs to the Hollywood crowd.”
He loved watching her work. She was a damn fine detective. “Yes.”
“Which explained Jason’s fabricated name because he had mob connections.” She pulled a hand through her hair. “So did Katrina learn who Jason was connected to? Was that what led to her death?”
“There’s more. My guy found evidence that when she went away in eighty-four for a mental health break that she actually had a baby.”
Her jaw dropped. “There’s no record of a baby.” She dragged a hand through her hair. “Why didn’t the coroner note that in the autopsy?” Her focus shifted back to him. “It wasn’t Jason’s.”
“Our thinking, too.”
She was moving again, working it out. “So a young girl was forced into stardom because of money. Her fiancé was unyielding, but she found a bit of happiness, got pregnant. It would ruin her image if people learned of her baby, so they hid her away, she gave birth, they took the baby.” She stopped pacing. “They took her baby.” Her eyes turned bright. “How the hell did she bear that? Unless she didn’t, unless she tried to find her baby, but there were those who wanted the secret kept, which points the finger at Enzi senior, the man behind the creation of Katrina Dent.” She paled, realizing just how dark a road her case was traveling down. “Jason killed Katrina. Enzi would know Jason, even with a different name, so Jason carried out the order and then went back to the Enzi crew or broke free, and with Enzi having his foothold in Hollywood, and Jason having a body on him, Enzi knew he was safe from Jason talking.” Wide blue eyes found his. “Frank figured out who Jason was, that’s why he was killed, why Samantha and Emily were killed.”
“So who is he?”
“I don’t know, but I need to share this with Zac.”
“There’s more.”
Molly had been heading for her phone but stopped and looked back at him. “One of the women who worked the maternity ward, when Katrina was there, is going to be at the Art Institute Gala tomorrow.”
She moved right into him, pressed her soft curves against his hard body. “Want a job?” she teased. “Zac is going to want to be there.”
“I figured.” And he had. An extra half a million donation and he was granted a plus two. He wasn’t going to share that with her.
“He can come?” she asked.
“As long as he’s got a tux.”
She kissed him. He didn’t hesitate to take the kiss deeper. Then he lifted her, carried her back to the bedroom. “You can fill in your partner in the morning.”
Her voice was a husky whisper. “Good idea.”
The following morning, before Kade dropped Molly at work, he sat in a personal dressing room. Two women were bringing in gowns for Molly to try on for the gala. He knew which one he liked, the black cocktail dress with a dipping v-neckline and opened back that fell just to her mid thigh. She looked exquisite in it, even more exquisite out of it.
She appeared wearing a silver gown, sheer top, with appliqués over her breasts, and a full skirt.