Free Her Man Flint by Jerri Drennen Page A

grinned, noting the license plate, “Pussy Cat.”
    He glanced at his watch. Robert had made it there in record time.
    Walking up the trail, he prayed Adriana was a least trying to be nice—though the thought of her being friendly to anyone was hard for him to fathom. What the hell did he see in her anyway? So she was a gorgeous blonde with a knock out body and eyes that could hypnotize a blind man. Was that enough to put up with her cranky, bossy, attitude?
    Flint laughed. Damned straight. Hell, she could be Oscar the Grouch as long as she had that face—those lips, and that delectable body.
    Snorting, Flint walked up the steps to the porch and opened the door. The front room was empty, but the door to the bedroom stood ajar. He wasn’t sure what to think of that. Why would both his Uncle and Adriana be in the bedroom?
    A sick, uneasy sensation hit the pit of his stomach. Could Robert have managed to seduce Adriana into his bed? He’d seen it done before, but never so quickly. Was the trip here just one of two records Robert had broken today?
    Easing the door open, he leaned in and saw Robert standing by the bathroom door and released the breath he’d been holding. He could hear Adriana’s in the bathroom asking who Robert was. Splashing indicated to him that she’d been caught with her pants down. He grinned, wondering if he should let her soak awhile, then noticed his uncle’s unwavering focus, and knew it was time to put an end to their bathroom introduction.
    “Robert. When did you get here?” He kept his voice level but his blood pressure escalated.
    His uncle turned and smiled.
    “Flint, my boy, how the hell are you?”
    He walked over to Flint and held out his hand. Flint grasped it, glad Robert was there. If anyone could get him out of the mess he was in, it’d be his uncle.
    “I just met Adriana in the tub. And I have to ask. Why the hell did you let this one go?”
    “Because he’s a fool,” Adriana answered for him. She stood in the doorway, wrapped in a large leopard print towel.
    “Right. I was a fool to ever get involved with her,” Flint hurled back.
    Adriana scowled at him. “You were a fool way before I met you.”
    Robert rubbed the stubble on his chin. The smirk etched on his mouth indicated that he found humor in their banter. “I can see the two of you have some issues, but right now we should focus on trying to find the murderer of this woman Flint’s accused of killing. Don’t you think?”
    “Of course,” they both said in unison.
    “So who was this woman to you, Flint?”
    “His lover,” Adriana spouted.
    “No, she wasn’t. At least not since May.” Flint knew telling his uncle the truth was best, no matter how it might appear to Adriana.
    “May. You’re crazy. It’s been six months. That’s when we broke up.” Adriana’s eyes narrowed as she stared at him.
    “No. It was the end of May,” Flint repeated.
    “But how could that be? You dated her for months, didn’t you?”
    “No. I didn’t.” Flint wasn’t planning to reveal anymore. Let her do the math and figure things out for herself.
    Adriana eyed him with suspicion. “Then why did you lead me to believe you did?”
    Robert cleared his throat. “I can see this is one of those issues we’ll need to work on later. Let’s get back to what happened the afternoon you found this woman dead.”
    Flint went over the events, leaving nothing out. Maybe Robert would see something he might have missed.
    “So, you said you gave Lindsey your gun and told her to lock the door behind you, right?”
    Flint nodded. “Right.”
    Robert raised a speculative brow. “Then why did she open it to her killer?”
    “I don’t know. She probably thought it was me.”
    “You say she was terrified. Wouldn’t she have checked through the keyhole first?”
    Flint felt hurt by his uncle’s query. Did he think he was lying and killed Lindsey? “What are you saying? Don’t you believe me?”
    Of course, I believe you, Flint.