you broke it off with Tom, I wondered a bit. And then you spent so much time with that Kiki girl.”
“You thought I was sleeping with Kiki?”
“Tom?” Connor’s whole body had tensed, his lazy affection evaporating. “As in your friend who knows everything, including your occupation? That Tom? You left him at the altar? Which altar was that, Lara? Please tell me it’s the one where you sacrificed his soul to some dark lord.”
“Tom knows?” Her father stopped the car in the middle of the damn intersection. “You told me no one knew. You promised.”
It had been just one little tiny baby lie to make her dad feel better. “It’s just Tom, and of course I didn’t sacrifice him to Satan. I just calledoff our wedding. Oh, and Kiki knows, too, but I’ve never slept with her. Although she did offer to share Connor here with me.”
Connor’s jaw dropped, and she wondered how often he was left speechless. Probably next to never. But his shock didn’t last for long. “Let me get this straight. You told your deepest, darkest secret to a man you betrayed?”
That was a little overly dramatic. “I didn’t betray him. I just didn’t go through with our wedding.”
“I knew that Kiki girl was a bad influence,” her father said, shaking his head. “Lara, I forbid you to get involved in weird three-way sex.”
How the hell had this conversation gone downhill so quickly? She was glad she and Connor weren’t in a relationship for real because she wasn’t sure she could survive her dad and Connor working together to badger her.
Connor’s jaw firmed into a tight line as he reached for the ball cap he’d pulled from his duffel before setting it in the front seat. “Senator, we need to move. I’ll settle this with your daughter when we get upstairs. Keep the press off us and we’ll call you in a couple of days. And there will be no three-ways while I’m in charge of her. We’re going to talk about security, sweetheart. And decency.”
Her dad turned and she watched as one of the reporters apparently recognized the car. “I’m glad that you have a healthy sex life, Lara, but you don’t have to share men with your friends. There are more than enough to go around.”
“Kiki mentioned it, but I’m sure she was joking.”
I think
. “And I don’t have a healthy sex life.” She was doing that nervous word-vomit thing where she blurted out whatever came to mind. “The sexiest thing that’s happened to me lately was Connor covering me when that douche bag started shooting. It’s the first time I’ve had a man on top of me in years.”
Why had she said that? She was fairly certain her whole body had gone pink.
Connor caught her hand, threading their fingers together, and thenbrought it to his mouth for a brief kiss that flashed another wave of heat through her system. “It was good for me, too, sweetheart. We’re here. Follow my lead.”
The door opened and she was nearly blinded by the lights flashing.
“Lara, do you think the killer was coming after you over your father’s stance on welfare?”
“What was it like staring into the face of a man who wanted to kill you?”
“What were you doing at the bus stop? Planning a protest? Did you stage this danger to bring light to a cause you believe in?”
She whirled around because that last question was ludicrous. “The bus is a better way to travel than private vehicles. Do you know how much gas we would all save if just ten percent more people took the bus to reach their destinations?”
Before she could say another word, she found herself cradled against Connor’s chest, her face nearly buried in his T-shirt.
Then her father stepped in. “Ladies and gentlemen, my daughter was having coffee with her boyfriend on 2nd when she was caught up in a random act of violence. It’s been a long day, and she’s tired. We ask you for some space and privacy so she can rest. The police know more about the incident than we do, but I believe this near
Gillian Doyle, Susan Leslie Liepitz