Page 158 of Tainted

“Shaudi is on his way with your food,” he explained, stripping out his clothes as I sat on the bed.

“Thanks,” I replied, but confusion and stress affected my appetite.

Moments later, Kenyon walked out wearing black sweatpants and a hoodie hanging over his shoulder.

“That forehead is shining. Talk to me.”

“Are you going to answer me?” I asked.

“As much as I can. Honesty, remember.”

His smile usually calmed me, but tonight it didn’t.

“Where are you going?”

“Sydney’s parents’ house.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“Do you think that’s smart with everything going on?”

“It’s only one way to find out.”

“That’s not funny, Kenyon. Where does that leave me and this baby?”

“Taken care of. " Angered by his transparency, I hugged my knees. “You wanted honesty.”

“Since we’re on the road to honesty,” I paused, shifting toward him, “Did you kill Tasha and Makori?”

“I’ve done horrible shit I’ll probably go to hell for, but killing Tasha and her kid isn’t one of them. She’s somewhere I can’t tell you or anybody else.”

“How? I saw the crime scene photos.”

“I’ve told you as much as I can.”

He had no reason to lie at this point, and while I appreciated him putting effort behind his words, it was a lot to take in.

Kenyon kissed my forehead, “C’mon, you need to eat,” then grabbed my hand and walked me downstairs, where Nolan and Shaudi sat waiting.

They greeted each other with head nods while Kenyon walked into the kitchen. He pulled the food out of the bag, and my heart smiled when I saw the burger until he slid the salad across the counter.

“You might be this baby’s daddy, but you’re not mine.”

“That’s debatable, but I don’t have time right now. You want me to walk out of here worried about whether you ate?”

I rolled my eyes, snatching the salad container while he smirked.

“I’ll be back. If you need anything, Shaudi’s got you.”

“Why am I always on babysitting duty?” he questioned.

“Trust me, I don’t need a babysitter,” I sneered, not really frustrated with Shaudi but more with Kenyon running into danger.

“Because you get too goddamn trigger-happy, that’s why,” Nolan chuckled.

“It’s not fair to ask, but be a good girl for me. I’ll make it up to you.”

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