Page 48 of Cerberus

I cocked my head as I regarded her shrewdly. “You know what I can’t quite figure out, Kincaid?”

“What’s that?”

“If you’re a part of The Order to take it to the next level or burn it to the ground.”

The spitfire straightened her back. “Everything I do, I do for the right reasons, Ross.”

“The right reasons oryourreasons?”

She smirked. “The right reasons, Ross,” she answered. “Do you think I’m afraid to burn with the flames?” She shook her head. “Because I’m not.”

Like a demon walking over your grave, a dark chill ran down my spine because I knew she was telling the truth. “Are you the gasoline or the match?”

Kincaid grinned “I’m both, Ross.”

Deciding to move on from trying to psychoanalyze Kincaid Black, I asked, “Are you going to tell Fox about Alexis?”

Letting us move on, she said, “Yeah. I plan on calling him later.” She glanced at the Cartier La Dona watch that adorned her left wrist. “Shit, I gotta go.”

“Quick question before you go, yeah?”

“Sure.”

“What all did Sutton tell you when you guys talked?” I asked. “She left me holding my dick in my hand last night at the park. I’m pretty sure she’s done with me.”

She tilted her head a bit. “Are you done with her?”

“Not even fucking close.”

Her lips twitched. “I told her that you were in love with her and that you were about to throw away your entire future to be with her,” she divulged. “I told her to let you tell her your secrets because you trusted her, and not because she didn’t trust you.”

“She walked away from me last night, Kincaid.”

“But did she break up with you, Ross?”

“I…well, she told me to let her leave and to not make it any harder on her than it needs to be,” I told her.

“Did she ask about Jennifer or you ghosting her?”

I shook my head. “No.”

Kincaid let out a deep, heavy sigh. “Christ, you men are so damn blind sometimes, I swear.”

“What in the fuck does that mean?”

“Ross, if she was done with you, if she didn’t care anymore, if she would have had no problem asking the two questions that could hurt her the worst. She didn’t ask about Jennifer or you ghosting her because the answers to those two questions could have been enough to force her to be done with you for good,” she replied. “By avoiding those two very important questions, Sutton left a little bit of hope alive that you guys can work things out.” Her brows rose. “You know, that whole ignorance is bliss thing?”

“Are you saying-”

“Get your ass over to her place and do what you should have done in the first goddamn place,” she drawled out.

“And what’s that?”

“You’re Ross Carmichael,” she replied. “I think it’s time you introduced her to that man.”

I grabbed her by her shoulders, then planted a huge kiss on lips. “I owe you, Kincaid.”

She smirked. “You bet your ass you do.”

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