Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
"Think he already knew your curb issue. It’s why he got you the Bronco." My brother kicks his legs out in front of him, stretching out in the chair he's taken up residence in.
The office is beautiful. I must have missed it the other day. All the built-ins make it a dream office, the bay window with a sitting nook only adding to it. It’s very manly and fits Cash.
"Wait." I snap out of my adoration of the office that has me all over it. "Why did you say Cash bought my Bronco when you did?”
"I never said I bought it," my brother defends. "I just gave you the keys, and when you said you couldn't take it, I told you I couldn't take it back." He smiles. "Because I couldn't.”
"Don't get all selective with your words so you can lie to me."
"Pretty sure that's a family skill set," Cash mutters, his attention on the computer screen. That might be true, so I'm not going to respond.
"This office is really nice."
"Knew you loved built-ins."
"How do you know that?"
"When you talk, I listen."
"Okay, but when did I talk about built-ins?"
"When I told you about doing my office, I asked for tips and ideas." A million and one conversations flutter through my mind. He is always asking for my opinion on everything.
"Hey, we might be tricky with our words to dodge lying, but you're being manipulative with yours," I accuse.
"Yes, I'm an asshole for asking my girl the things she likes so that I can make them happen for her."
"Glad we got that cleared up." I drop down in the oversized fluffy chair next to my brother. I have nothing smart to say back to that because I’m trying to process it. This man surprises me at every turn. Never in a million years would I have thought he was so thoughtful.
“As much fun as I’m having here, what's the plan?” My brother asks.
“I didn’t want to talk inside the house, but when the tire was slashed, the person knew where the cameras were and moved one.”
“Really?” Cash nods at my question. “I’m not even sure where all the cameras are.”
“I have an idea, but I can also spot them if I’m searching them out,” my brother says. “Are you pulling shit up?”
“Yeah.” Cash stares at the screen.
“You got something over there, Captain?” I ask.
“There is nothing. All of it was turned off.” Cash’s dark brows pull together.
“Is that possible? Like it was hacked and turned off?” I’m not the best at technology, but I’m not terrible either. That doesn’t sound right.
“No, only the company could, or whoever has the codes and access.” Cash leans back in his chair, his attention switching from the computer screen to my brother and me.
“Does it tell you who did it?” I ask. Why is he taking so long to tell us?
“You thought you scared them off?” he asks my brother. “Did you hear them?”
“No, but they only fucked up the living room. Shit was knocked over, and the one word was written on the wall. Felt incomplete. You think they would have done more damage.”
“Agreed.” Cash rubs his jaw, which he does when he’s thinking.
“Cash, does it say who turned the alarm off or whatever?”
“Yeah, but it has to be an error.”
“Why?” I get up to come see for myself, but he answers before I can.
“It says it was you.”
“Me?” I come around, and Cash pulls me into his lap as I read over the screen. It shows the log of ins and outs of the house, along with setting alarms and turning off cameras, and they all do in fact say me.
"Kins, you really shouldn't talk about yourself that way." I pick up a pen off the desk and chuck it at my brother.
"I would have come up with something better than what was written."
Cash is quiet; I turn slightly in his lap. "What are you thinking?"
"That someone is fucking with you, and that person is far too close."
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Chapter Nineteen
CASH
Who the hell would do this? To Kindred, much less. It doesn’t make sense to me, but I might be too close to the situation, so I’m not seeing it as clearly as I should. Ethan went back to the house to stay. He told me he would see about cleaning up the wall but would take pictures first and send it all to me.
"I have made myself right at home." Kindred does a spin into the kitchen, wearing one of my shirts from my time as a Ranger. That's all she's got on with a pair of white fuzzy socks. I have seen her in shorter dresses, but her in my shirt does shit to me, and I don't mean all sexual.
There is this comfort to it. That she's strolling around our home, wearing my things. This is going to be my life. She's my family. A word I haven't associated with myself in decades. As far as I was concerned, I didn’t have a family. Kindred has changed all of that for me.