Free Her Man Flint by Jerri Drennen Page B

I know you could never kill a woman. But the police don’t know that, and they’ll ask these questions. These, and a whole lot of others you’d better have good answers to.”
    “How do we find out Hartford’s whereabouts when Lindsey was killed?” Flint thought if anyone would have an answer, Robert would.
    “Cell phone records might help. We could trace where any calls came from and see if it was in the area. Does he have a car registered to him? Maybe someone saw him, or his car around your apartment.”
    “Unfortunately, Hartford has a lot of men who work for him. He could have been in any one of their vehicles. The man’s smart, Robert. I’d say he made damned sure he wasn’t seen by anyone.”
    “Then I’ll need to go down to your neighborhood and ask some questions.” Robert rubbed at his chin. “Questions, I’m sure the cops aren’t asking because they think you killed her. But somebody might have seen something. If they did, I’ll find out what.
    Robert winked at Adriana, then brushed his knuckles against her cheek “You’re a pretty little thing. Are you dating anyone?”
    “Yes, she is.” Annoyance punched Flint in the gut at his uncle’s amorous intentions toward his girl.
    Adriana scowled at Flint.
    “Well, you’re dating Doctor Kildare, aren’t you?”
    “His name is Dr. Terrell, and I’m getting real sick of your silly little Dr. names and jokes. At least Mike isn’t jumping into bed with every bimbo that comes along, like you.”
    “He’s been in your bed, hasn’t he?” Flint knew that he hit below the belt, but Adriana really pissed him off.
    Her face paled. “That was cruel, Flint.” She whipped around and bolted into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
    Silence filled the air until Robert spoke. “It’s obvious the two of you are very much in love, but she’ll have a hard time forgiving you for that one.”
    Flint turned from the closed door to look at him. “What! I don’t love her.”
    Robert grinned. “Right. And I’m gay.”
    Flint couldn’t help but smile at his jest. Robert Morgan didn’t have a bisexual bone in his body. How many women had come and gone in the years that he’d lived with him? Too many to count.
    Flint had entered Robert’s life permanently when his uncle was twenty. He’d been ten at the time. Robert had been an unexpected bundle of joy for his father’s parents. Even at forty-two, Robert could still get more women than Flint. But then, Flint only wanted one and she was in the bathroom now steaming mad at him.

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    Adriana pulled on her jeans, angrier than a hornet and determined to pierce Flint’s hide when she got the chance. How dare he make her look like a whore in front of his uncle? Was that what he really thought of her? Was she one in his eyes?
    Humph! Flint was the one with loose morals, not her.
    Harnessing her anger, Adriana thought about Robert Morgan. He was nothing like she’d expected. He was far too young. Looked so much like Flint it was eerie. But clearly Robert Morgan was more mature in stature and build, a few gray hairs peppered his temples, but other than that, the man could be Flint’s brother. A very sexy brother who clearly thought she was attractive, and obviously didn’t think her loose the way Flint did.
    Adriana yanked her cashmere sweater over her head, then picked up a brush and ran it through her hair, wondering what Flint would do if she came on to his uncle.
    A smile curled her lips.
    “Well, we’ll just see what you think, Flint Morgan,” she voiced aloud as she fixed her make-up, then headed back to the living room to see if she still had the touch.
    She found both men at the table, mugs of steaming coffee in front of them, both looked content to just sit there in silence.
    She retrieved a cup, giving both men a long, lingering view of her behind.
    She didn’t spend hours on a Stairmaster for nothing. She’d been told, by more than a few, she had the best-looking ass in Colorado,