Page 115 of Save Me

“The man she’s going to marry,” I say, cutting her off. I extend my free hand to him. “Nice to meet you, future brother-in-law.”

His expression morphs into a scowl. “Did he just …”

“Kyle, there’s someone who has a question for you,” Riley, his wife, calls, pulling him by the arm.

“They can wait,” Kyle responds, not taking his eyes off of me.

“Dae, this is my brother, Kyle,” Kennedy says.

“This is important,” Riley repeats with a smile. But I don’t miss the looks she throws my and Kennedy’s way. “Plus, I’m starting to get a migraine. You need to hurry up and talk with this guy so we can leave soon.” She rubs her fingers across her forehead as if she’s really in pain.

Kennedy’s brother gives me one final glare before turning to his wife. “Are you okay?” he asks, wrapping an arm around her, his demeanor completely changed.

Riley glances back at Kennedy and gives her a wink before heading in the opposite direction with her husband.

“You’re with me,” I say to Kennedy, taking her by the hand and leading her out of the room full of people.

I need her alone. First, I need to find out where the fuck she was for hours, and then I need to make sure she knows never to disappear like that again. And third, I need to be inside of her.

“Dae, what the hell are you doing?” she demands, pulling away from me as soon as we enter my office.

I slam and lock the door behind us.

“Where were you?” I ask through gritted teeth.

“I told you I was on my way.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

She glares at me. “I’m not your fucking possession,” she says before gesturing to the door. “I barely got a chance to speak with anyone besides my brother and Riley before you pulled me out like a maniac.”

“Where were you?”

She folds her arms across her chest, drawing my attention to the low-cut neckline of the dress. My dick pulses.

“Work,” she finally answers.

I shake my head. “You weren’t at your office.” I take a step toward her. “Don’t lie to me, Kennedy.”

“I have no reason to lie. Besides …” she narrows her eyes, “how do you know I wasn’t at my office?”

“I had someone check,” I say without remorse.

“What? Who?”

“Not important.”

“The hell do you mean, ‘not important’? Are you having someone spy on me?” Her voice grows louder.

“I had someone check your office to see if you were there since you were late and not answering your phone, and your phone says you were at your office,” I say without thinking.

Her lips part, but she stops and holds up a finger. “Wait …”

Shit.

I’ve said more than intended.

“My phone says I was still … Dae.” Her voice lowers, and she peers at me with suspicion. “Dae, are you tracking my fucking phone?” she yells.

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