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“I feel so bad for them.” I put my hand to my heart.
So many designations. Wow. Yeah, I had some homework.
“Back to what happened with the Thorne Family. I have all the background checks. They’re all pretty normal, other than a few small arrests for Adriana for being involved in some fringescientist group,” Jett told me. “Well, Hale is pretty reckless, but he’s done nothing truly bad.”
“Huh. I wonder if Adriana knew that I was sent elsewhere and that’s why she was so adamant I wasn’t the Grace they were looking for,” I said to Spencer. “She could very well have had science friends that worked with your dad and Dr. K. But both yesterday in the parking lot and at the farm she blamedyou.Though it does seem weird that Adriana would trust Rosalind, but whatever.”
Spencer nodded. “Yes, trusting Rosalind does seem like an unstable plan. Adriana… that fringe science group she’s part of protested the company I had with Elaris. Do you remember when I told you that sometimes I wondered if her death was an accident?”
I gasped. “When she said that she had nothing to do with it.”
“Yes. I suppose she somehow thinks I’m getting my revenge by introducing you to your father?” He shrugged.
“That feels like a stretch on her part,” Brennan said.
“Adriana strikes me as the type of person that always needs to place blame on someone,” I replied. I’d encountered them many times, especially at church.
“What are we doing to her?” Riley asked, flexing her fingers.
“Adriana? I think that we should turn everything over to the authorities–if that’s all right with you,” Spencer added to me. “I’m not saying that we need to press charges, but the authorities should have this information.”
I thought about it for a moment, and as much as I didn’t want to cause grief for the professor and his family, giving the information to the authorities seemed wise–especially if it led to justice for Elaris. “I’m fine with that.”
“Great. So can we go to the beach now?” Riley asked, finishing her juice.
“As soon as we’re done eating.” Spencer turned to me. “What do you say? Should we give our beach day a do-over?”
“Yes,” I told him, draining my latte. “This time I’m going to finish my sandcastle.”
Chapter Fifty-Five
Jett
Brennan had brought me to some very nice resorts over the years–ones he owned, ones we wanted to check out for research purposes, and ones we just wanted to visit.
But this one made me homesick for the massive family vacations we’d take every few years when I was growing up because my grandmother and aunties wanted to visit a tropical beach.
Today, this part of the beach wasn’t packed, but most of the cabanas dotting the beach were occupied. People also laid on chaise lounges, as kids frolicked in the water and played in the sand.
Wes, Spencer, and Riley played flying disc, the ocean waves lapping at their feet.
Grace had asked me to help her build a sandcastle, but it quickly turned into us burying Brennan in the sand.
Yeah, that was something I never thought I’d say. But here Brennan was, making Grace happy by being up to his neck in sand.
She laughed, as she patted the sand around him. That yellow bikini she had on made me want to tear off her coverup and little beach skirt, and pin her to the chaise lounge in the cabana Spencer had rented for us.
“How do I look?” Brennan asked, unable to move.
“Perfect, Honey.” I kissed his nose.
Grace giggled as she took a photo with her phone. “Perfect.” She stood. “Well, that was fun. I’m going to go read inside the cabana. I’m getting too much sun. Don’t want a sunburn!”
With a wiggle of her ass, she went into the cabana.
“Did she just bury me in the sand and leave me?” Brennan blinked.
“I’ve got you, Honey.” Giving him a kiss, I unburied him. “You were so patient. I’m proud of you.”
