Wicked Sinner (Dangerous Love 2)

“Yeah, I suppose so.” Remy took in a deep breath. “But the more I sat in there by myself, the more I kept wondering…do you think it’s possible that Lars knows about the money and that’s what he’s looking for?”

“No,” Kinsley said in an instant. Then she paused. “I mean, why would you think he’d know about the money?”

“I don’t know. It just popped into my head.” Remy stared up at the candlelight flickering on the ceiling. “It’s just that, every time I see Lars, he keeps saying that he was interested in me and my shop. I thought it was all about Damon at first, but then after someone broke in and seemed to be looking for something, I can’t help but think, what if it was the money?”

Kinsley paused even longer this time. “I guess that wouldn’t be totally impossible, but Lars’s sister will be paid back the money Damon stole from her. Remember, he had tons of money in the bank account. Besides, Boone also told me that the lawyers were already working through all the finances.”

Good and all, but…“Maybe this isn’t about money so much as it is about principle. Damon took something from Lars’s sister. He wants revenge for that.”

“Well, I’d say killing him is enough revenge, don’t you think?”

Remy’s throat tightened but she pushed past it, placing her wet hand across her forehead. “Ugh. You’re right. Just something about all this feels…connected or something, I don’t know.”

“I think you need to look at it like this,” Kinsley said. “How would Lars even know that Damon had the money in your house?”

Another thing that came to Remy’s mind in the bathroom. “What if Damon told him,” Remy pointed out. “When I went and saw Damon in jail, he had asked me for a

favor, remember? That’s why I went looking in the first place. What if the favor was that he needed me to get the money to Lars because he knew if he didn’t, his life was in danger?”

Kinsley huffed. “Now just wait a second, missy. Don’t even start that, Remy Brennan. Damon’s murder is not even remotely close to being your fault. Even if what you say is true, and Lars wants the money, it still wouldn’t be your fault.” She hesitated, then her voice softened. “I think you’re way off base here. Maybe the break-in has nothing to do with Damon or Lars at all.”

“Maybe,” Remy said, more or less to end the conversation, swishing her legs in the water. Her instincts told her everything felt connected somehow…she just didn’t know how exactly.

The bathroom door slowly opened, spilling light from the hallway into the bathroom as Asher strode in carrying a beer and a wineglass. “Listen, Kins, Asher’s here. Can I call you later?”

“Of course,” Kinsley said. “Don’t worry about anything. Everything is going to work out, Remy. It always does.”

Does it? She had finally felt like everything was back on track, yet life always seemed to put a major road block in her way of happiness. “Yeah, I know. Thanks for checking in. Love you.”

“Love you back. Bye.”

The phone line went dead as Asher handed her the glass of wine. She offered her phone before accepting the glass.

He arched an eyebrow. “Everything okay?” he asked.

Everything wasn’t okay at all, but how could she possibly tell him the mess she’d gotten herself into or anything about her suspicions? “Now that I have wine, it’s better.” She forced a smile.

“It’s been a day,” he said. “Mind if join you?”

“Not at all.” She leaned her head back against the tub and wiggled her eyebrows. “Trying to improve my day?” she asked, hearing the rising heat in her own voice.

“Always.” He grinned, reaching for his T-shirt and pulling it over his head in that fast way men do. His jeans and boxer briefs followed, then Asher stood in all his masculine beauty with hard everything. The candlelight made his skin glow, putting shadows in all the grooves of his muscles. Her gaze fell lower, and her mouth watered at how much he wanted her.

“Ignore that,” he said, lifting her focus to his amused eyes. “You’re naked. I can’t help it.”

She licked her lips. “What if I don’t want to ignore it?”

His eyes darkened and his voice deepened. “All the better, then. Scoot forward.”

She slid forward in the tub and turned around while he got in, holding his beer in his hand.

The water rose to the edge of the tub, the overflow drain kicked in, sucking the water away as Asher submerged himself. He wrapped an arm around her and then tugged her onto his lap, causing her glass to shake.

“Oh, look, I spilled my wine all over your chest,” she said, her knees settling on either side of him in the tub. “Maybe I should lick it up?”

He grinned, holding her tight enough against him so her sex pressed against his hardened length. “I’m not stopping you.”

She leaned down a little and licked the trail of wine, feeling him jerk beneath her. “Yummy,” she said, looking back into his eyes. She swirled her hips and discovered how good she felt rocking her hips against him just like that.