Page 9 of You're My Person - For Always

She nodded. Today was River's day off from the campground, which meant she wouldn't be going with her sister.

"Do you want to fill in at the bar for the next few days?" Zane pulled out a wad of cash, peeled off three hundred dollars, and held them out. "You can keep the tips, too."

"Trust me." River raised her brows and grinned. "The bikers give good money."

"Sure." She slipped the money into her pocket. "What hours?"

"You can start at one o'clock and work until ten tonight. You'll get an hour for lunch from six until seven." He dipped hischin. "When you get there, check in with Lori in the kitchen, and she'll get you set up and show you around."

"Okay."

"Appreciate it." Zane leaned down and kissed River. "I'm going to the clubhouse. Come on up when you finish here."

River glanced at Kenna. She motioned for her to go with Zane. They could talk later.

Feeling more positive after the talk with River, Kenna got dressed in her best jeans and a low-cut blouse. She understood how tips worked. The sexier she dressed, the more money flowed her way.

She tied her hair back and added eyeliner, going heavier than usual. A surge of determination filled her.

A lot had happened that week. The job at the bar would help the time pass faster.

The prison called two days ago and let Zane know that Burt Shay had accepted his request to visit him, and the form he'd turned in had gone in front of the judge and been approved—unlike regular incarcerated inmates, all death row inmates needed to go through the pre-approval process. No one expected the answer to happen so fast. According to the prison, it usually took up to three months for a judge to review and grant or deny the request.

At a quarter to one o'clock, she walked out of the bedroom and almost smacked into Kingsley in the hallway. She gasped, throwing herself back, but two strong hands pulled her forward. Caught off balance, she grabbed onto his leather vest to keep from falling.

Her eyes locked with his. The tight grip on her arms sent a shiver down her spine. Heat radiated from his body, mingling with her own, and her breath hitched in her throat.

His gaze roamed her face, lingering on her lips. She swallowed hard, catching the flicker of desire in his eyes.

"Sorry," whispered Kenna, her voice barely audible, but she made no move to step back.

"Are you okay?" His hands slid down her arms, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, and then he released her, but the electric charge between them remained.

She took a deep breath, steadying her racing heart. The way he looked at her with such intensity made it impossible to relax.

Kingsley stepped back. His eyes never left her. "You look good."

Her cheeks flushed. She rubbed her upper arms. The imprint of his hands on her skin lingered long after he no longer touched her.

She walked past him, feeling his gaze on her back. It took all her willpower not to turn around and look at him again.

Chapter Three

Kingsley

—Eight Years Ago—

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The double-car garage blocked the house from Kingsley's view. He put his finger to his lips, signaling Kenna to stay quiet and not give him away.

The voices of her foster parents floated through the air quietly and then disappeared. He stuck his head around the corner, making sure they were in the house, and then motioned for Kenna to hurry toward him.

Her expression changed to excitement, and she ran, almost colliding with him. "You found me."

"Told you I would." He leaned forward, bracing his hands on his knees. "Go on inside and make some excuse to come out again, and we can talk for a few minutes."

"They won't care if I hang around outside. They're going to some party tonight anyway." She walked backward. "Just don't leave. I'll be right back. Stay there."

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