Page 131 of The Billion Heirs Boxed Set
“Wait a minute,” Mark yells at him.
“Let him go.” I set my hand on Mark’s arm to hold him back. “It was nothing.”
Mark rakes his gaze over my body and I snatch my hand back.
“Just what the hell is going on here, Hopkins?”
“Nothing that’s any of your business.”
He narrows his eyes. “It sure as hell is my business if Bridger is keeping evidence from me.”
I rub my forehead, trying to ease the ache that has erupted. “It’s nothing. I lied. He was here because I invited him.”
He’s quiet for a moment. Too long. I keep myself from squirming in the chair.
Finally—
“I see.”
“For breakfast. Just for breakfast.”
“And you met him in that?” He points to grungy sweats.
For God’s sake, Sadie. Grow a spine!
“We had dinner last night. He stayed over. Are you satisfied?”
The tension in my living room could be cut with a knife. I’m not ashamed I was with Miles. It was amazing. I also don’t want Mark to know about my sex life. Ever. It isn’t his business and it gives me the creeps.
But I crossed a line.
“I knew I saw a glimmer of recognition in his eye yesterday when we were at their house.” He spins at Miles and points.
“I’m a grown woman, Mark,” I reply. “Who I see on my off-time is my own business.”
“Not when it’s a suspect in a case you’re investigating!”
Miles pushes past Mark and stands in front of me, blocking the guy from getting to me. “You don’t talk to her like that.”
I like how he’s protecting me, but I did this to myself. Of course, he could have stayed in the bedroom, but that wouldn’t have been fair either.
“For the last damned time, the Bridger brothers are not suspects.” I step around Miles’s big frame. “I don’t care what kind of beef you have with their old man. They’re not him.”
Mark rolls his shoulders back. Points at me this time. “You’re off this case, Hopkins.”
I sigh, knowing I just fucked up my career. “Fine. Whatever.”
“I ought to go to the sheriff about this.” Mark sounds petty. Like a high schooler.
“Go ahead.”
“But I won’t.”
God, here it comes. He’s going to want something in return. A blowjob? Or something even more disgusting? Not that he’d tell me his expectations in front of Miles.
“All right. Thank you.” It’s easier to placate the man than argue.
“You’re a good cop, Sadie. I don’t want to take you off the case.”
