Page 40 of Law Of Love

The bearded man cursed, his eyes turning dark. “Well, you're—“

“Watch your mouth, Brush. She's Kaleb's girl.”

Will.

I wasn't, but I wasn't about to correct him on that. The bearded man—named Brush—took a few steps back to his group of friends, and Will moved closer to me, smiling. I instinctively backed up.

“Speaking of Kaleb. Have you seen him?” I questioned, and Will nodded towards the exit.

“You just missed him. He left in a rush, saying he was late for something.” He gestured for me to follow him, and I did, but only because I was heading towards the exit myself. “I assumed he was heading somewhere to meet you.”

I shook my head, clearing my throat awkwardly. There was something about Will that put me on edge me. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he was almost six foot four—just shy of Kaleb's stature. His voice was gravelly, and his eyes were icy. They drew you in and held you captive, but not in a good way. It froze people in fear, and he knew it. He thrived off it.

“Kaleb tells me he and Brent run their own distillery down where they live,” Will suddenly said once he noticed I was moving closer and closer to the exit. “As well as a few other businesses. They never go into great detail, though.”

I arched my brow. Kaleb and Brent ran a distillery? That was the first I’d ever heard of it, but I honed in on how Will leaned against the wall, a smirk playing at his lips. He was phishing for information. The nosy fuck.

Kaleb had instructed me not to say anything about his and Brent’s line of work before I entered the building for the first time, and I gathered that telling the owner of a shady shooting range that you were a cop wasn't the best idea. It did make me wonder why Kaleb and Brent shot here, anyway. As people involved in law enforcement, why would they want to spend their time at a place like this?

“I haven't spoken to Kaleb about his occupation much.”

Will raised his eyebrows, pushing himself off the wall and taking another puff of his barely lit cigarette. “Much? Meaning you have spoken about it at least somewhat?”

My heart thumped in my chest, causing me to shift uncomfortably.

I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to confirm the distillery in case he was bluffing and trying to catch me out. Was he suspicious of what Kaleb and Brent were? They definitely wouldn't be welcome if so.

Remaining casual, I smiled at Will, attempting to appear innocent. “I mean, yeah, it's come up here and there, but I've never asked much about it.”

“Why's that? Is it because he's so secretive? Because that's what I've found. He's vague. About everything. Vague usually screams guilty.”

The heat was ramping up, and I backed up against the wall, glancing sideways towards the exit. Running was an option, but that would make Kaleb and Brent look extremely fishy. I had to play this off. “Guilty?” I chuckled. “He's a private guy. It's hard to get him to open up.”

Taking a step back, Will laughed, holding his hands up defensively. “You look like you’re worried I'm about to tie you up and throw you into my back office. I was just simply asking you some questions, Freya. No harm done.”

I hated the way he used my name. It felt slimy.

“I know,” I said, faking my confidence, a bead of sweat trickling down the back of my neck. “I do need to go, though.”

Will watched me with curious eyes as I turned to leave but cleared his throat close from behind me. I stilled. “I am curious about you, Freya.” His voice was almost demanding. “What do you do?”

I rolled my eyes before I turned to him again. “I'm an aspiring author.” There was no way I was going to give this man any information about myself.

“And what about your parents? You mentioned your last name was Henderson, correct?”

I cursed at myself for having told him my full name, but it was during our first meeting, and I hadn't expected to see him again. “Why?”

“No reason. Just trying to get to know Kaleb's girl a little better.”

I nodded. “My mom is expecting me home, so I need to go.”

Will smiled, holding the door open for me as I tried my best not to scurry out. “See you soon, Freya.”

I took deep breaths as I wiped down my clothes inside my car, trying to rid myself of the scent of beer and cigarettes. It was all that surrounded me, though, and I shook off my coat, launching it into the backseat. I drove home as quickly as possible, pulling up outside Kaleb's house and laying my head on the steering wheel with a harsh thud.

Jumping out of my skin at the sound of someone knocking on my car window, I stared up wide-eyed at Kaleb, his own filled with worry. Sighing, I pushed open my door.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes raking up and down my body quickly as he searched for a reason as to why I looked so on edge. “My mom said you went out looking for me.”

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