Page 64 of Part of Me (The Seaside Chronicles 2)

I pulled her back up into a seated position and pulled her covers down, then laid her head on the pillow. I drew the covers up and over her. She snuggled deeper into the pillow and sighed.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“’Night, Brody. I love you.”

My heart felt like it skipped a goddamn beat at those three words. Warmth filled my chest as I stared down at her. I would love Sutton Bradley for as long as I lived, and I knew I’d do anything in my power to keep her happy, healthy, and safe.

I slowly shook my head. No. Not Bradley anymore. “I love you, too, Sutton Wilson. More than you know.”

Kissing her on the forehead, I stepped back and gave her one last look before I walked out of her room. I softly shut the door and headed back downstairs, turning off the lights in the kitchen and living room.

After sitting on the sofa, I stared down at my still-hard cock. I could take it in my hand, but that wouldn’t satisfy me in the least. I picked up the remote and turned off the TV, then sat in the dark for a few minutes until my phone buzzed. It was a text message from Miles.

A part of me wanted to delete the message without even reading it. Jack wasn’t going to be in the picture much longer, so whatever Miles found would be moot at this point. But my curiosity got the better of me, and I opened the text.

Miles: Sir, I found some info on the subject you sent a few weeks back. Still interested?

I drew in a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.

Me: Yes. Send what you’ve found.

The three dots started to move, and I found myself holding my breath.

Miles: I’ll email it all to you, but looks like our guy is into some shady business. He’s also a polygamist.

My stomach dropped.

Me: Polygamist?

Miles: Married a Melissa Frankfort his sophomore year of college, then married a Sutton Bradley almost two years later. Divorced from the second wife, but still married to the first. Has two kids with her.

I stared at the text, stunned, then scrubbed my hand down my face. “Motherfucker!”

Once I got over the shock of that little bit of information, I replied to Miles.

Me: Send me everything you’ve got on him, Miles. And thanks.

Miles: Anything for you, Chief.

I tossed my phone onto the coffee table and stared at it. Five minutes later, it pinged with an email notification. Glancing toward the stairs, I closed my eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Sutton. I’m so fucking sorry.”

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