“What?” I yelled and stopped pacing long enough to stare at the phone. I wasn’t sure I heard my daughter correctly. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Don’t play me. I know all about all your little secrets, including the bank account you don’t want anyone to know about. Make it happen, or the rest of the FBI and anyone else I can find to listen will also know. I’m sure that a tabloid or two would pay for the story.”

The phone went dead in my ear, and I stared at the thing in a panic. How had Kirby found out? Ugh…actually, that didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was that I ensured no one else uncovered that information.

Grabbing my clothes off the floor, I began to get dressed.

“What did she say?” Peter said as he stood and came over, but I wasn’t in the mood to be consoled.

“She said that she was going to be away longer and that the two of you are finished.” Margaret tucked in her blouse. “I guess that means we can keep fucking after all, screw her. I’m sick of her attitude.”

“Fuck yes, that is what I wanted to hear,” Peter said, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“I have to go. There are a couple of things I need to take care of.”

Peter pulled me into a hug. “Come back when you’re all done. I want a celebration round with you.”

I kissed him on the cheek and marched for the door. Kirby was playing dirty, and I needed to do some damage control before this became a problem.

Chapter 30

KIRBY

I was in the middle of painting my latest image of Cain when I heard the door unlock. I stood up with a smile until I saw who it was. Cain’s brother Abel stuck his head in and looked around before his eyes landed on me. They may be the same color as his brother’s, but his stare made ice flow threw my veins. The way he moved reminded me of a snake. He was coy and sneaky with his movements as he came in and closed the door.

“My brother’s not here,” he asked, and the hair stood up on the back of my neck.

Keeping my voice even, I gave him my best-relaxed look and lifted my shoulder in a shrug. “Not right now. He was running a quick errand. I don’t have a clock, but based on when he left, he shouldn’t be long.”