Page 37 of A Daddy for Christmas 2: Kitt

I glanced around us and shook my head. “Not here. Let’s wait until we’re back in the car.”

He nodded, but I could see he was impatient and bursting with questions. The problem was that I didn’t have any answers for him.

As soon as I paid for our food and we reached the car, he turned in his seat to face me.

“Tell me who attacked us in Arkansas.”

“I have no idea, and they had no ID on them. But they were obviously there to kill us.”

“But how would they know where we were? Did they find out from your agency? Are the people you work for in on this too?”

He was too smart for his own good and mine. He had immediately smelled a rat in all this. I still didn’t have any answers for him, though I hated the fact that it sounded like he might be beginning to doubt my motives. I rubbed a hand over my face, feeling exhausted. “I don’t know, Kitt. I’ve been trying to figure that out myself and decide what to do about it.”

“You have to talk to your boss. But don’t you go to that office. Set up a meeting in a public place. Then all we’d need is a good plan to get back out safely.”

“When did you get so smart?” I asked, smiling to show I was teasing. “But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I need more information first. Lucas might not be involved at any of this. I’ve never had reason to doubt him, and I don’t like to start now.”

He surprised me by scooting over beside me and kissing me. It was so sweet I wanted more. It was all I could do to keep from taking him back inside my apartment and keeping him there in bed all day. “What was that for?”

“I’m just glad it was you who came after me in Albuquerque. And especially in Las Vegas. I just wanted you to know that. I don’t doubt your intentions toward me at all. I know you want the best for me.”

“I’m glad you feel that way, because it is what I want. But you’re way too distracting. Sit back over there and let me think.”

He moved back to his side of the car, pouting a little, so that I had to go ahead and give him a few more kisses anyway. This thing was getting out of hand, but there didn’t seem to be much I could do about it.

After a while, I put him firmly aside and tried to think of what to do next.

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He was like a runaway train, though, and there wasn’t any stopping him. “Do you think my brother hired your agency to track me down and k-kill me?”

“No,” I said firmly. “No, Kitt, my agency is more or less a private detective agency, and that’s all it is. There was never any question of us hurting you. Not ever. Surely you know I’d never…”

“No, I don’t mean you. I mean the people you work for. Could my brother have promised them money to get rid of me?”

“No! I mean…I don’t know, but I certainly intend to find out. I’m going to talk to Lucas.”

“I can go with you to see him.”

I just gave him a look and shook my head. “No, Kitt. I don’t want to put you in any more danger until I can figure out what the hell is going on.”

“We could meet Lucas in a public place.”

“What’s this ‘we’ business? No, there’s actually no need to leave you alone while I see him in person. I think I’ll just call him instead.”

“That won’t be nearly as much fun.”

“Exactly. But I think I’ve had enough ‘fun’ to last me a while.”

That evening, I gave Lucas a call and he answered right away.

“Rio. I’ve been waiting for you to call me. Where the fuck have you been?”

“Nice to talk to you too, Lucas.”

“Why haven’t you contacted me before this?”

“Because it occurred to me that I wasn’t sure exactly who set us up in Arkansas. I had to protect Kitt, and that has to be my number one priority.”

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