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He was stirring a lot of trouble, saying we should have been charged,
tried, and convicted because the victim had been drunk and not in the
right state of mind. But with Thomas in the picture, no one paid him
much attention. When we told your grandfather we d watch over you,
he told us why he feared for you.
He shifted then, knowing this was the hard part, but she had to
know.  Around the time of the shooting he had been growing
suspicious of your father s activities, his late nights. He grew tired of
watching his daughter your mom cry and suffer. So he had your
father followed and learned he was having an affair.
Isabel still didn t say a word, so he went on.  He couldn t tell your
mom because by that time your father found out what Thomas was up
to and used what he heard Mitchell tell the media to convince her
Thomas had killed an innocent man. She stopped talking to Thomas
so he never got a chance to tell her. When your parents were killed,
Thomas certainly didn t believe it had been caused by your mother in
a moment of rage. He fiercely believed your parents were killed by
someone else.
He stopped, waiting for a reaction. She looked at him, lowered her
hand, and blinked.
 By whom? she asked in a strained whisper.
 Thomas found the only witness. An old woman living in the
house by the field where the car flipped. She told him there had been
a young man there after the accident. He drove up behind them, got
out of his car, looked in your parents car, then drove off. Of course,
she didn t know what type of car or what the man looked like from a
distance. But Thomas felt he was connected somehow.
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She shook her head.  Another dead end. But you mentioned an
affair.
He coughed.  Yes. Thomas had the feeling it was either a jilted
husband of a woman your father had an affair with, or a contract killer
hired by one of his mistresses. Either way, your grandfather believed
if the killer was willing to murder your mother and your father, he
may be after you, too. It may sound like paranoia to some people, but
he was foremost a cop. Since you refused his phone calls and visits,
sometimes he d park down the street to catch a glimpse of you. He
said twice someone else was watching you, but when he tried
following the guy, he d lose him before getting any sort of
identification.
Isabel shook her head, looking so small at the moment Brad ached
to hold her, to make her feel better.  Why would someone come after
me for what my father did?
He sighed.  Who knows? It takes someone really sick to do what
this man is doing. When he s caught, hopefully we ll learn the truth.
Her eyes met his then.  And what if we can t catch him? What
if 
 No, Brad roared, slamming his fist on the table. He stood and
came to kneel by her side, taking her soft hand in his.  We ll get him,
Isabel. He won t hurt you. I swear to you, I will not let him hurt you.
She turned and cradled his face in her hands. Her eyes were
carefully guarded, revealing little but the strength of the woman
before him.
But for the briefest moment, Brad felt a flicker of admiration, of,
no, he didn t dare hope it was this emotion he was recently beginning
to define as love.
The air thickened with a wave of lust and need, carrying an
undercurrent of wild surrender. It was raw. It was now. And then she
looked at his mouth. His princess yearned for him. The floor felt as if
it had crumbled beneath Brad. He was falling, and this time she was
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reaching for him. Her head lowered, her lips parted, and she kissed
him.
It was electric. Only her kiss could have the power to charge every
cell in his body and make him feel like a man, whole, strong, and
complete. And right now, he needed her to know him, only him. He
needed to be the only one touching her, giving her pleasure, making
her moan and quiver and cry out.
Her tongue drew his into a dance of lovers. Entwined, passionate,
she needed him, and he responded. They breathed hard, they tasted,
and each knew what the other wanted.
Her mouth left his, and her thumb grazed across his lip like he d
done to her so many times. Did she know what that touch had meant
to him? What he d told her each time his fingers touched her lips?
He pressed his head against her chest. Mangoes and coconuts. He
smiled as her familiar scent engraved in his soul. His hands wrapped
around her waist. Her fingers laced in his hair. He raised his head and
dropped a kiss on her nipple, already peaked under the red fabric. A
moan escaped her throat.
He needed to be inside her. He curled his fingers over the elastic
band of her skirt. Isabel lifted her bottom, and he slowly pulled the
skirt off, tossing it to the side. He focused on her smooth legs,
brushing his fingers up her slim ankles, her shapely calves, her soft
knees. He pushed them apart and continued his exploration up her
lean thighs.
Her fingers gripped him tighter as his mouth came down to her
inner knee, dropping a hot, wet kiss on her silky skin before running
his tongue higher, higher, to mid-thigh. She inhaled deeply and
dropped back against her chair. He repeated this on her other leg. As
he neared mid-thigh, his hands cupped her ass and brought her closer,
right to his waiting mouth.
He flicked his tongue against the red silk thong, dampened by the
warm juices rushing from her pussy. Her scent and taste engorged his
dick and it jerked impatiently. She moaned and lifted a knee. He
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