Page 40 of Bitter Desire
Charlaine was quiet. “So there’s the ex boyfriend and someone else that wants the girl.”
I nodded. “Yes, that’s the fucking thing. If those texts are from him, I have nothing.”
“Well, not necessarily nothing because I did find two odd numbers that I had figured were just the little idiot testing out his cyber skills, but now maybe it’s more.”
“What?”
“There’s another number here that I didn’t pay much mind to since it’s not even from New York. I thought he was using it to cover his tracks, but in light of the shit that went down, it could be useful.”
“Where’s the number located?”
“Texas. That mean anything to you?”
“Yes, Honey is from Texas.”
“Maybe she pissed someone off back home?” Charlaine tried, her keyboard clicking as she talked.
“Could be,” I said, rubbing my jaw. “I don’t know much about her past.”
While I’d kept my past close, Honey had done the same and it hadn’t seemed fair to ask her when I wasn’t giving up the details about my life before her. But then last night had happened and I’d let her ask me questions until she’d fallen asleep in the backseat of the car. I could ask her now.
Fair was fair.
“I’ll find out when she’s up. Get back to you as soon as I get any leads.”
Charlaine hummed in approval. “All right. I like it. I’m gathering up what I can on Nowak. I’ll be done when you ring.”
“Talk to you soon,” I said, moving to hang up, but Charlaine stopped me.
“And Law?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t let her leave your penthouse. I have a bad feeling. Keep her close.”
“I will.”
Charlaine didn’t say anything else, she just hung up, the dial tone ringing in my ear until I ended the call and dropped my phone back onto the counter. I turned to the coffee machine Honey loved and blew out a sigh. If I was going to get her talk, I was going to need caffeine and plenty of it.
Chapter Seventeen
HONEY
When I woke up it was to the smell of caffeine and bacon. I smiled and stretched my arms over my head, burrowing deeper into the blankets and pillows I was laying in. Law’s bed wasn’t just nice it was fucking amazing. Soft, firm, and plush all at the same time. It made you feel like you were floating on a cloud while you slept. If they weren’t so expensive I would have totally wanted a mattress like this in my place.
I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and looked towards the open bedroom door. I could hear Law moving around in the kitchen and that had my interest. The man wasn’t exactly a cook, nor had he ever expressed interest in learning how to cook so the fact that he was making breakfast?
Well, I had to see that shit.
I got out of bed quickly, walking towards the closet I knew Law had put my things in from the trip. He’d barely let me do a thing last night before he’d set to fussing over me. Well, okay, he’d let me do plenty in bed, but that was it. I flipped on the light in the closet and looked around the big walk-in. It was organized and tidy, more of a room than a closet with Law’s ties, shoes, suits and dress shirts all neatly put away and available in a system I hadn’t quite figured out. I thought it looked pretty sweet in the built-in displays, drawers and organizers the closet held. I walked up to the island in the middle of it and tapped a finger against the top, my eyes moving over the watches stored here. It wasn’t so much a closet as a mini store, or at least that’s what I would have mistaken it for if I didn’t know the man it belonged to. The man that was making bacon and coffee for me. It was a pretty great closet, even if it was only half used.
I turned and looked at the empty half, the side that was all spaces and shelves and hooks for hanging clothes. Even though Law hadn’t been much for relationships, or planning a future with anyone, the man hadn’t ever taken to using the entirety of his closet. When I’d first seen the inside of Law’s penthouse he’d let me explore–which was great because I’d been nosey as hell about the mysterious man that I was calling Daddy. Law’s past, his secrets, all the things that made him, him, captivated me. I loved it all. Wanted to know it all, and so I’d set off through the rooms and halls of his penthouse eagerly, but the closet had made me stop.
Why did he only use half of it? Why not fill it up completely with his fine things? I’d wanted to ask but hadn’t, deciding that maybe when you had as much space as Law did in his home that you didn’t need to use every inch like I did.
But now my clothes were there.
I walked towards the few hanging items that I had and pulled on the robe that I wore when I was normally there. Blush pink silk, it matched the nightgown and pajama set he’d bought me as well, but I wasn’t in the mood for clothes and opted simply for the robe. The silk was soft and cool against my skin, and I tightened the belt, closing the robe snugly around my body as I walked out of the closet. I paused in the doorway and looked back at the half filled room—the room that Law hadn’t so much as blinked at starting to fill with things that were for me.
