I decided to push. “It’s kind of important.” He calmly adjusted the cuff of his impeccable light blue shirt under the sleeve of his equal y impeccable dark blue suit jacket.
“I’m afraid you’l have to reschedule.”
I sat back as the limousine took a curve on the mountain road.
The Little Bear was in Evergreen, a mountain town that managed to be hip, cool, exclusive and a Harley boy hangout al at the same time it looked just a smidge shy of being the type of place where gunslingers would stil have showdowns at high noon.
I effing loved Evergreen. It was as rock ‘n’ rol as you could get (according to me).
“Erm,” I ventured careful y. “Did you just kidnap me?” His jade eyes came to me. “Yes.”
Wow.
Wel one thing was certain, even if I didn’t have the eyes as proof, Preston Mason was as straight talking arrogant as his son.
“Why?” I asked.
“We need to talk about Kai.”
“I don’t want to talk about Kai.”
And I didn’t.
Furthermore, I didn’t want to cal him “Kai”. It felt weird. I felt weird enough as it was, I didn’t want to feel weirder. If I felt any more weird, my mind might spin off into an alternate reality and live there the rest of my life, my body stil in real reality, lying in a coma, confounding doctors who would eventual y turn off life support and then where would I be?
“How wel do you know Kai?” Preston Mason took me out of my crazed thoughts and my eyes focused on him again.
“Um…” I hedged because this was a good question.
Biblical y, one could say I was a “Kai Expert”. Al other ways it was up for debate.
“I feel I should warn you, my son is not a good man.” I sat and stared at him in complete and total shock.
Then I said the hated word, “What?”
“He’s responsible for his sister’s murder, amongst other things.”
Gut kick.
So huge and savage my body jerked with it.
Mace’s sister was murdered?
Visions of Mace’s face swam in my head, the demons dancing in his eyes. Mace tel ing me he could understand what I meant about my father.
And meaning it.
Holy effing hel .
Mace’s sister was murdered.
“Mace’s sister, your daughter, was murdered?” I whispered.
He studied me and it made me uncomfortable. The eyes were familiar but they were also completely different. There was nothing behind them, no emotion, even when he was talking about his daughter’s murder.
For your information, this creeped me way the hel out.
“Don’t you read the papers?” he asked me.