Page 41 of Law Of Love

“Yeah, she was freaking out about her awards night, so I went to the shooting range and—“

“What?” he interrupted me, his body rigid and his tone frosty. “Freya, please tell me you didn't go inside.”

The tension was so cold it could freeze water. It was as if the Ice Age had just reoccurred, trapping me in a giant block of ice and rendering me motionless.

“Only for a few minutes.”

Kaleb clamped his eyes shut and tilted his head back, cursing up at the clouds. “Freya. I told you it was too dangerous. You shouldn't be in there alone.”

I shrugged. “You never actually said it was too dangerous—just not to talk to Will again.”

“And did you?”

“He told me you’d just left.”

His gaze held nothing but raw emotion. Concern. Dread. Panic. He shut my car door for me, and we settled on the couch inside, his jaw clenching.

“Okay, tell me what Will said to you,” he demanded, pulling up a dining chair, lifting his leg over it, and sitting on it backwards. He crossed his arms over it as he watched me, but I couldn't focus on anything other than his muscular thighs and veiny forearms. “Freya, come on, sweetheart. You can ogle me later. What did Will say to you?”

Sweetheart.

My face reddened. “Um, he was asking about you. Questioning what you and Brent did for work, and wanted to see if I knew anything about the distillery you said you owned.”

Kaleb huffed, dropping his head down onto his arms, groaning. “Fuck, okay. Anything else?”

“Um, he was asking me about my parents. He said he wanted to get to know me.”

He snapped his head up, biting his bottom lip harshly, gazing off into the distance, his tongue grating across his teeth. A thunderstorm brewed in his eyes, and I swear I felt the jolt of a lightning bolt driving through me as I glanced into them.

“Will will retaliate if he knows what Brent and I are.” Kaleb dug his nails into his tattooed forearms. I couldn't help but follow his movements, and I felt a sudden urge to make my way over to him and comfort him, but now wasn't the time to test our boundaries.

“What's the worst he can do, though?” I asked. “Tell you guys to leave and not come back? You can find another shooting spot.”

Kaleb narrowed his eyes at me, sighing. “I don't think you understand this guy, Freya.”

“What do you mean? Besides the obvious.”

He looked to be debating with himself on whether to talk. “I’m meeting my mom at her awards evening, so I need to go.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Why are you getting so stressed about Will? You said that you and Brent have been shooting there for years. What's suddenly made him suspicious of you two?” I dragged my bottom lip into my mouth, and just as Kaleb opened his own to speak again, the doorbell rang.

“Do you ever hang out at your own place?” he grumbled as he flung the door open to reveal Brent, and he plopped himself down on the couch next to me, swinging his arm over the back of it and shooting me a wink.

“I just came back from the shooting range,” I told Brent, causing Kaleb to curse and slump against the wall. “I bumped into Will, and he was rather intrigued to hear about this distillery you guys own.” I waited for Brent to elaborate.

“Um, yeah, obviously we don't.” He chuckled, shrugging, releasing a stressed sigh a few seconds later.

“She knows that, Brent,” Kaleb snapped. “Will is getting suspicious.”

I huffed, pushing myself onto my feet and smiling falsely. “Well, you guys must love this shooting range a hell of a lot judging by the way you're so worried about Will finding out what you both really do for work, but since you're talking so cryptically and I have no idea what’s going on, I'm going to excuse myself and work on my project upstairs.”

Brent watched me with curious eyes as I began to walk away, and he groaned. “Kaleb, man, why don't we just tell her? Will knows who she is now, and it’s in her best interest.”

“Yeah, and that’s your fault,” Kaleb muttered, his eyes blazing, beckoning me with his head and sighing as I sat back down. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Right, so you’re aware that Brent and I took Christmas break early, and that's why we're back in town?”

“That's what you said when you first arrived.”

Brent chuckled. “Well, that's not true. We're still working.”

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