Free Sahara (A Night Fire Novel Book 3) by TM Watkins Page A

cupboard. With a lot of annoyance I found nothing. As I stepped into the corridor I looked at the third bedroom. A shiver crept up my spine, knowing that it was likely that it was Tyler's bedroom. Did I dare open that door? The answer was no or maybe as a last resort. No, second thought I definitely did not dare to open that door. I doubted that Fraser opened that door. I walked straight past it to the internal door to the garage, nothing obvious.
    It was frustrating, it wasn't as if they were little bags. There was two of them and they were huge. To hide them would be a feat in itself. I turned out of the garage and looked up at the man hole to the roof. Would he have put them up there and do I dare stick my head up there to check? Answer, definitely not. I was running out of options.
    I wanted to stomp my way through the house like a petulant child, I wanted to yell at him for being a jerk but I wasn't going to do either of them. Then something dawned on me and I grinned darkly as I walked into the kitchen. With a wolf whistle a chirp echoed through the house. Fraser's eyes widened and I whistled again, slowly moving closer to the laundry.
    Never did I think the gift from my mother to aide my forgetful nature when it came to my car keys would be so useful. I whistled again and heard the chirp as I passed Fraser with a smug attitude. My hand reached for the double cupboard doors, his pressed over the gap between the two of them.
    “Stop this madness.” he whispered. “I said I was sorry.”
    “Do you know what it feels like to believe you are being used Fraser?”
    “I'm not using you. I told you it was for show.”
    I stared at the cupboard door, refusing to let go of the handle, refusing to turn around.
    “And when it's revealed that she's yours and your friends ask how you've coped all this time?”
    “I'll tell them that I had a wonderful assistant helping me, one that I hope will always help me.”
    I closed my eyes as the tears pressed out, slowly sliding down my cheeks.
    “I'll tell them that I couldn't have done it without her.”
    His hand slid down the door, taking mine from the handle.
    “That she's made my life so much easier even if she is a pain in the ass.”
    He turned me around and wiped the tears away.
    “I named her, called Kevin, made it official.”
    I looked up at him as I leaned on the door, he offered a slight smile as his fingers laced into mine.
    “You named her Kevin?”
    “What?”
    With a ruthless chuckle, I flicked my hand telling him to continue and ignore me. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at me, probably wondering what planet I was on. Definitely not this one.
    “Sahara.”
    “What?”
    I couldn't help but smile, wondering why he named her for a desert.
    “You said it was your paradise.” his voice lowered to a soft tone as he moved closer. “Well, paradise is right here. No need to run away to a hot desert, just to a little girl. She is going to look up to the woman who saved her from an unknown fate. To love her the way that she is loved by her. To need her the way that her father needs her.”
    For a brief moment I mulled over his words, not entirely convinced. I'd been conned by men before. I'd had the picture perfect smile and the 'I'm so adorable you have to forgive me' act before. There was a reason I jumped at the chance of this job and it wasn't because of the rock stars. It was to get away from the lying past. The cheating past. Getting out of LA was beneficial for my emotional well-being and I didn't need another god damn city to hide from. I liked Vegas, it was kind of fun it an odd way.
    “Mm, your reasoning for naming the child is acceptable. Your apology for yesterday was not.”
    He stared at me blankly, like he couldn't understand.
    “Okay, let's go through my day yesterday. You left without any word of what was going to happen, when you'd be back or even a conversation about the previous night. Because you do remember what happened on the kitchen