Page 38 of Sins or Secrets
My brows shoot up. "What do you mean you don't have any money?"
Quinn always had money. Her family is filthy rich.Riley is stinking rich and with a divorce,she would have gotten half of what he had.
"Never mind. Thanks again for the ride."
Before I can answer, she hops out of the truck and starts making her way over to the entrance.
There was nothing in the press about her losing money.
Unless that was something they managed to keep out of it.
When I think about it, there was that issue with her father and the securities fraud.Often when that happens money is seized to go toward what was stolen.Could that have happened to her?
And as for Riley, what could have happened there?He's one of the richest men on the planet.He married the governor's darling daughter, seemed to treat her like a queen, and spoil her rotten.But what do nearly all filthy rich people do before they get married?
Sign a prenup.
Shit, the moment the thought hits me I’m out of the truck rushing after her, resuming my prior worry about Billy, and now the fact that she has no money.
“I told you, you don’t have to see me to the door,” she argues, cutting me a sharp look when I catch up to her.
“I know, but I’m doing it, anyway.”
I make a show of walking up to the door with her and when we stop for her to open the door she looks at me.
“What was up with that guy?”
“Nothing.”
“Really?” she looks out at a car that pulls into the motel.I look too checking to make sure it’s not Billy.
It’s not him but I can see when I return my gaze to her that I’ve managed to freak her out.
“It’s nothing.”
“Liar,” she mutters and opens the door to go in.
I stand there for a few seconds watching her walk down the corridor.She glances over her shoulder before turning the corner and I blow out a ragged breath.
Looking back toward the parking lot, I scan over the parkedcars.None match the description I was given for Billy’s silverPorsche.
That doesn’t mean he won’t come backhere.Hetold her he would.
A potential rapist / killer told my ex-girlfriend he was going to be coming back to the place she’s staying.
So… what should I do aboutthat?
Quinn
As I step out of the motel and my gaze lands on the sleek black Range Rover, my heart warms unexpectedly.Awakening with a flutter that hits me harder than I would have expected.
Parked over at the furthest corner of the lot, exactly where I left it last night, the gorgeous blond man inside has his head resting on the steering wheel and seems to be asleep.
Logan Savage is many things but as I stare at him I’m reminded of the guy who used to take care of me.
I walk over to the truck and I look through the window as if my brain needs to confirm it’s really him.
Of course, it is but his presence has confirmed what I suspected last night.
