Beneath These Lies (Beneath, #5)(45)

A prowler? That sounded bad. “Shouldn’t you go and check it out?”

“You trying to get rid of me? You pick the other guy?”

His direct questions threw me off, and I choked on the sip of water I was currently taking. “Excuse me?”

“You said you were dating someone else. I want to know if I’m fighting a losing battle.”

This was my opening. “Well—”

His phone went off with another text. “Fuck.” His tone was low and disbelieving. When he looked up, his expression was hard. “I gotta go.” He rose, pulled his wallet out, and tossed some bills on the table before he cupped my chin.

I met his piercing green eyes.

“Losing battle or not, you’re worth the fight. I’m not giving up.” He leaned down and pressed a hard kiss to my lips.

The intensity flowing from Rhett was impossible to ignore. He released his hold on my chin and I opened my mouth to respond, but he was already heading for the door.

Are you serious right now? How can I not break up with this guy that I’m not even trying to date? This was becoming ridiculous.

I finished my dinner alone, wishing the man I was trying to choose was able to sit across from me. But that wasn’t going to happen. The impossibility of the situation killed my appetite for dessert.





“YOU GOT BALLS THE SIZE of f*cking boulders to break into my house,” the cop yelled as he slammed the door and walked into his living room.

“Worried someone’s going to think you’re a dirty cop like your brother was accused of being?” I asked.

“Fuck you, Rix.”

“That ain’t why I’m here. I’m here to deliver a message, one I thought might get lost in translation.” I shoved up out of Hennessy’s recliner and stalked toward him. “Valentina Noble is off-limits.”

Hennessy’s expression twisted with shock. “Are you f*cking kidding me? You’re staking a claim on her? She’s so far out of your league, you must be trippin’ on whatever shit’s runnin’ the streets lately.”

I stopped a foot from him, and even though we were evenly matched in size and weight, I could take him. I had rage on my side. And a little duchess who had questions to answer.

“She’s off the menu. Find someone else.”

Hennessy shook his head. “No. Fucking. Way. I’m not bowing out of this when we both know you can’t have her.”

His vehemence pissed me right the f*ck off. She was already mine.

“You still want help proving your brother wasn’t dirty, or not?”

Hennessy stilled. “So it’s like that.”

“Take it or leave it. I got nothing to gain by helping you on this one, so a little extra motivation is in order.”

And when it came to Detective Hennessy, I knew there wasn’t much he wouldn’t give up to prove that his brother wasn’t a dirty cop. His reputation had been blackened by the suspicions, and his pops had retired because of it. The whole family of die-hard cops had suffered a serious blow the day the older Hennessy brother had been killed when a bust went bad.

When Hennessy didn’t respond at first, I wondered if I’d miscalculated how deep his fascination with Valentina ran. Didn’t f*cking matter. She was mine. He might be the better man, but I didn’t care. I’d laid my claim, and I wouldn’t give her up for anything or anyone. Not even a cop who could sit across from her at a restaurant in a window where my guy saw him and reported back to me.

Valentina had some explaining to do, after I took it out on her luscious ass. I could see my rules hadn’t quite sunk in as well as I’d thought they had. But she would learn. I didn’t share.

“Yes or no, Detective,” I prompted. “I ain’t got all night. I got another stop to make.”

Hennessy glared at me. “You’re f*cking her, aren’t you?”

I smirked. “A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”

“Fuck you, Rix. You’ve never been a gentleman.”

“Yeah, well, neither have you. Now, make your call, and know that if you pick her, you’re choosing the losing side on every front. Then you’ll have no help proving your brother’s innocence, and you’re not getting the girl.” When he still didn’t answer, I shook my head and backed up the way I’d come in. “Don’t be stupid. You know how to find me when you’ve made your choice.”

I had my hand on the doorknob, and still he didn’t speak. The house was silent as I slipped out into the night.

I had another stop to make.





FACE WASHED, LOTION SLATHERED, AND eyes drooping, I climbed into my bed. I’d wondered if Rix would be waiting at my house tonight, and had tried to ignore the shaft of disappointment when he wasn’t.

I’d decided. I’d made my choice. But was it really even a choice? Could I even have Rix? I was ready to lay it out and see what our options were. Maybe he could get out of this life and have a fresh start somewhere?

And you’re an idealistic and naive idiot because he’s a criminal.

I also needed to shed the guilt that was weighing me down. Rationally, I knew it wasn’t my fault that Rhett had decided to join me. It wasn’t like I could be rude and tell him no, right? I had a feeling that excuse wasn’t going to fly.