Page 52 of Loving Justice

“Such little faith, Justice.” His gaze traveled over her. “Where did you get this poor opinion of me?”

She swallowed the bitterness rising in her throat. “Your reputation precedes you.”

“Miss Andrews, how about we take that tour? Suddenly, I’d love to see the layout of the house.” His gaze remained steady on Justice.

“Uhh…Justice, are we finished here?”

“Sure,” Justice bit out.

“Before we take that tour, I’d like to have a word, alone, with Miss Rose,” Kent said.

Vanessa hesitated, looking like a worm caught on a hook.

“It’s fine, Vanessa, just give us a moment,” Justice assured the woman. Once she was alone with Kent, Justice leaned her hip against the kitchen counter, preparing herself for more disgust. “You have one minute.”

“Such a shrewd businesswoman these days. I do enjoy a hard-ass woman.” His eyes lit.

“You’re wasting time.” She glanced down at her watch impatiently.

“Well, in that case, let me get to the point. I hear congratulations are in order.” Some of the sparkle left his features. “Jinx is a lucky man. Tell me, is it Justice Weathersby now? Or Justice Rose-Weathersby? It has a ring to it, wouldn’t you say?”

“Kent, I’m certain you didn’t take my house viewing hostage to ask me what my last name is, or to congratulate me. What game are you playing? You aren’t interested in this property any more than you’re interested in what I ate for breakfast. So, say what’s on your mind.”

“You never eat breakfast. That’s an easy one,” he said smoothly.

She laid her hand on her throat, feeling how fast her pulse was racing. Why did she let this man affect her? “Wonderful. Take care of yourself.” She pushed away from the counter and started past him, but his hand fished out and clasped her wrist. She looked down at where they were connected, and she jerked her hand away.

Kent’s laughter echoed off the barren walls. “I have a proposition.”

“I’m not interested in doing business, or anything, with you.” She continued toward the exit.

“I have information that you’ll want to hear. It involves that new husband of yours and your father.”

She didn’t want to give him any control over her, but she couldn’t help herself. She turned to face him and said, “I’m not interested in your antics.”

He smirked and replied, “You’re not interested in that littlebambinoyour husband fathered either?”

Her stomach dropped into her open-toed shoes. “How do you know?”

He leaned closer. “There’s a lot I know, and you should probably know it too.”

“Then just tell me.” Her lungs ached. She didn’t want to believe anything that came out of his mouth, but she also knew him well enough that he never came to the table without having concrete proof.

“Not so fast, sweetheart. We can make a fair trade.”

She blinked. “I have nothing that you could want.”

His gaze lowered over her, and he undressed her with his raw intentions. “Oh, there is but something tells me that’s not on the table.”

“Not on your life.” She wrinkled her nose.

“Well, I guess it’s Plan B. Have dinner with me. One final time for closure.”

She tilted her head, unsure if she had heard him correctly. “Dinner? You want me to have dinner with you in exchange for information about my husband and father?”

He nodded. “Trust me, you’ll walk away with a great deal.”

“Can’t you ever do anything without all the drama?”

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