Page 62 of Dear John

Upon hearing this morning of my son’s broken engagement, I can only ask for privacy as we work through this issue as a family. As you know, Olivia is a much-loved member of this family. As for the other woman, I can only say the relationship is a horrible decision brought on by the enormous weight of the PTSD he suffers from. I vow to do my best for him and every veteran, ensuring they get the help they need. That is why it is so important to support my bill?—“

“Turn it off,” I snapped, sitting back in my seat. “He didn’t wait to jump on that and spin it in his favor.”

“If you didn’t like that, you’re definitely not going to like what was released after that.”

I already knew whatever it was, it would be bad.

“A story about your brother’s accident was released with details about a coverup.”

“Fuck,” I sighed. “Cash.”

“You think Cash did this?”

I let out a humorless laugh. “He threatened me with it if I didn’t work with the senator again. I guess he went through with it.”

“The senator is going to say that whoever comes forward is lying. Deny, deny, deny. But you should know that all this crap is going to stir up trouble for you, and possibly Isla.”

“She’s got enough on her plate.”

“Listen,” he said, his tone turning serious. “You need to warn her about this. The last thing she needs is for someone to spot her—because they will fucking spot her when her picture’s released—and start talking shit to her. You know something like this can get out of control fast.”

“Why would they even care about her?” I asked, knowing it was a stupid question. I was in denial, and I knew it.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Kavanaugh, you’re the senator’s kid and he’s running for president. Anything you do affects him. His opponents will eat this up, and if going after Isla helps their numbers, they’ll do it in a heartbeat. Tell her what the fuck is going on before it’s too late.”

I couldn’t do that. Not yet, anyway. She had a big interview tomorrow. If I told her about it, it would shake her confidence. And even though I was suspicious of this company, I wouldn’t sabotage it for her.

“Thanks for the intel.” I started to stand when he grabbed my arm.

“Don’t be stupid about this.”

“Keep an eye out for Shawn. I have a feeling this isn’t over with him.”

“You have bigger problems than Shawn right now,” he warned.

Shaking him off, I left the coffee house and headed back to the hotel as quickly as possible. I didn’t care if there wasn’t currently any activity involving Isla. I knew a storm was coming. I just needed to be there to stop it.

Soft skin metmy fingers as I slid my hand over Isla’s stomach, up to cup her breast. A whimper left her lips as I nipped at her ear, my erection digging into her perfect backside. I couldn’t get enough of this woman, always desperate to touch her. I couldn’t believe it when she waltzed back into my life. I just wished it had been better timing.

“Morning,” I grumbled as I pressed kisses to her shoulder.

“Didn’t get enough last night?” she murmured.

“Never.” My lips sucked her earlobe into my mouth, earning an approving throaty moan. Fuck, I would never get enough of bringing her pleasure.

“I have that interview.” Her breath hitched as I worked my fingers south, dipping between her legs where I found her wet and ready for me.

“Not for another three hours.” I swallowed her moans in a kiss as my fingers slid inside her, fucking her slowly.

“I need…”

“Tell me what you need.”

Her breath hitched and her legs widened for me. My fingers were sloppy with her wetness, and as much as I loved feeling her pussy wrapped around my fingers, I loved the taste of her even more.

“I—I need?—”

Knowing exactly what she needed, I maneuvered myself between her legs and inhaled the scent of her. She smelled like sex from our night of fucking. “Fuck, you smell good.”

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