Letting out a deep sigh, my body began to relax. All thoughts of a certain blonde, blue-eyed vixen quickly disappeared as sleep won over.
Sitting in the conference room, my leg bounced as I went over Sierra’s file. The more I read, the more pissed I got. Her last lawyer was a complete jackass. I needed to let my father know it was time to cut strings with him.
The door opened as I glanced up. Smiling, my father walked in and sat down at the very end of the table. “So. What are your thoughts?”
“First off, he’s an asshole.”
My father tilted his head and raised his eyebrow. “That he is.”
“He thinks he has a play with the old college friend; but little does he know, he is married to his partner and they have been living in the UK for the last three years.”
“Nice. String him along with that one,” my father said. “If his lawyer is not smart enough to follow through with that, we will use it to our advantage.”
Nodding my head, I said, “Oh I intend to. Jeremy’s Facebook page says he is still in Texas. I’m thinking if he hasn’t changed it by now, he’s not going to anytime soon. Then we have someone breaking into Sierra’s house yesterday . . . while she was home. Left a single rose on her pillow. Sierra said Robert would sometimes leave a single rose when he left to work out of town.”
Rubbing his chin, my father slowly nodded his head. “I think there is more to this. Keep digging. My bet would be it wasn’t the husband who came into the house. He has too much to risk. Mrs. Jackson should be arriving shortly, correct?”
You mean the she-devil herself?
“Yes.”
Right then, the conference door flew open and Sierra came tumbling in. Dressed in scrubs that had rubber duckies on them. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail and she had a light shade of pink on her lips. Seeing my father first, she smiled that brilliant smile of hers. Standing, my father reached his hand out and said, “Mrs. Jackson, you do know how to make an entrance.”
Laughing, she said, “Well, I do demand all the attention. Only-child syndrome and all.”
Turning, she caught my stare. Holy hell, she looked beautiful. I don’t think I had ever seen her look so beautiful. Smiling, she said, “You like rubber duckies, Mr. Walker?”
“Aaron,” I whispered as I imagined a rubber ducky thong under her scrub pants. I could easily push it to the side and sink my fingers deep inside her.
Stop! What in the hell is wrong with me? Focus, man! Focus!
“Aaron? Are you okay? You look white as a ghost,” my father said as he looked at me. Sierra sat down and smiled at me as she ran her tongue along her lips.
She devil.
“You don’t think he’s going to . . . pass out . . . do you?” Sierra asked as she looked at my father.
Bitch.
Clearing my throat and plotting my revenge on Sierra, I said, “I’m fine. Let’s get to business.”
Sitting back in the chair, Sierra stared at me, which made me nervous, which made my heart rate pick up. Which made me feel like I was going to pass out.
“Jeremy Hines is currently residing in the United Kingdom with his husband of three years.”
Chuckling, Sierra shook her head. “Well damn, that was an expensive affair for me to be having.”
“Clearly Dr. Jackson is unaware of where Mr. Hines is living, or the fact that he is happily married to his partner and the father of a one-year-old little girl.”
“Awe. I’m going to have to send him a card,” Sierra said as my father and I both looked at her. Shrugging, she looked away and out the window. Typical Sierra fashion. She was nervous so she cracked jokes.
Taking in a deep breath and blowing it out, I kept talking. “For now, let’s let your husband think Mr. Hines is a key player until he figures out otherwise, or we break the news to him in court.”
“Okay,” Sierra said. Something in her voice changed.
“Moving on to the next thing on the table. The rose on your pillow last night. You’re positive it wasn’t placed there by your maid?”
Snapping her eyes to me, she narrowed her left eye and said, “Why would the lady who cleans my house leave me a rose? She’s never left one before, and I’m positive it wasn’t there before I got into the tub.”
“Did the maid come to your house yesterday?”
“What are you trying to say, Dodge? The maid put it there for me?”
“Dodge?” my father asked as he glanced back and forth between Sierra and me. Sierra’s mouth dropped open as she said, “Aaron, I meant to say Aaron.”