Eat Crow (Cheap Thrills 6)

Reaching down, I grabbed his ass with my hands, pushing him impossibly deeper inside. “The same goes for you.”

His lips tipped up on one side in a smile. “Don’t you know, baby, I’ve always been yours.”

Then, kissing me, he went about blowing my mind. Sex with Logan was always great, but what’d happened and come to light tonight made it even better, like we had a deeper connection.

And, when I fell asleep afterward, one leg

over his hips and tucked under his arm, I did it knowing that I’d lost one of the most important people in my life to get back one I’d lost seven years ago. It wasn’t fair, it wouldn’t ever be fair, but I’d found my place in the world.

I’d also found my future, and that’s what every day was working toward now.

Our future’s together.

And, just in case you were wondering—I didn’t give us food poisoning, either.

Chapter Seventeen

Logan

After the night when we’d bared ourselves, it felt like the world changed. For years I’d been so focused on my job and little details, now it was like I was seeing the world with new eyes. I hated that I had to sound so cliché about it, but when I discussed it with DB, Raul, and Garrett, they’d all agreed and said, “Love will do that to ya.”

So far, after a lot of man hours invested in the case, we hadn’t found Lord Kirkwood. King had lawyered up before we’d even been to see him, and Dirk was doing his best to act like a concerned parent, even going so far as to get his young wife to join him in front of camera crews while they stuck missing posters around the town.

Lying scum!

Interestingly, Judge Ingleston had taken some vacation time from his job and had then given a press conference on behalf of the Kirkwood family, asking for people with information and security camera footage to come forward.

Do you want to know what we saw when we watched them during it? Lies. Ingleston was agitated, jerky, it was like he was reciting something they’d scribbled out minutes before it.

Dirk was behind him, scanning the area like he was looking for something, but his expression was vacant and bored, while his wife just stared at her feet.

And King, the smarmy fuck, was tapping the screen of his phone next to her, not interested in what was going on around him.

Cinder was alive but still in the ICU. They’d managed to release the pressure in her skull, and the initial tests for brain function were looking promising. She might never lead a life, walking, talking, living like I did, but she’d at least survived.

When Bexley had found out about her, she’d rallied some of the ladies around to help look after Cinder, making sure she had stuff that women apparently couldn’t live without and visiting so that she knew she wasn’t on her own.

Yesterday, we’d walked into the ICU to update Alejandro, whose turn it was to guard her, and Ava had been reading her a romance book.

Alejandro was quite a quiet guy who listened more than he talked, but the look he’d given us when we’d entered was like he was begging us to swap with him so he could get away from it all.

When we’d made to leave, he’d grabbed my arm and hissed, “If you don’t make this shit stop, I’m going to move her to my house and breathe down the fucking tube for her.”

As funny as it was, and I had zero doubts that he was serious about it, we still left him there for the rest of the shift.

“Dirk is hiding him,” DB sighed as he looked at the board with all of the photos and notes on it.

“Maybe you guys could get the blueprints of the Kirkwood mansion,” Naomi suggested, walking in with a file in her hand. “One that old has to have hidey holes in it, and with Ingleston on vacation, you have Judge Ramsey, who’ll definitely give you a warrant.”

All of us turned from the board to look at her, making her stop in place with the file in her hand.

DB took it from her, dropping it on the table and then crossing his arms in front of him. “What if there have been additions that aren’t on any of the plans we get?”

“Uh, well, I was studying architecture at school when—” she stopped, not needing to rehash what’d happened to her.

Her brother and sister-in-law had died shortly after her niece was born, and then her parents had tried to sell the baby via a company that excelled in thinking only of their pockets and not of the children. It wasn’t sex trafficking from what the case file outlined, but it was selling kids for adoption.

“Go on,” Alex urged, taking a seat and waving at her to take one.