dropped, his mouth drooping at the corners.
She hoped a female touch might lessen the blow of accusing his son. “And we’ll get right to the point. I was kidnapped and after I escaped, a second attempt was made.”
“I’m sorry for your misfortune, but what has that got to do with my son?” Mr. Walsh asked as he leaned toward her. Watching his expression, she read nothing but curiosity.
“We’re trying to find the reason for these sudden attacks.”
“I still don’t understand. Why do you think I can help?”
“The first incident happened right after I visited a young woman in the hospital who’d accused your son of abducting and raping her.”
“Hank is innocent of those charges.” His back straightened. “I see no correlation between her false accusation and your unfortunate attack. What are you insinuating?”
Nate’s expression hardened. “Surely you’ll admit it’s more than a coincidence connecting the death of the only witness to your son’s crime and the abduction of the girl’s caseworker.”
“Look, my son may be spoiled, but he’s incapable of hurting anyone. If I believed those charges, I’d have insisted he seek psychological help and own up to his responsibility.”
“If he’s responsible, as you put it, now would be a good time to tell him to back off. I’d be very upset if something happened to Ms. Taylor.”
Nate’s tone sent chills straight to Kay’s spine. His message was a mix of threat, hate, and vengeance. Mr. Walsh’s eyes flashed wide.
“Threats should be directed to my attorney.” Tony Walsh glanced at his watch. She sensed he was through talking. He rose, hurried to the door and opened it.
Kay paused on her way out, placing her hand on his arm. The older man trembled under her grasp.
“We didn’t come to upset you. We came to gain insight.”
“I’ve told you my son is innocent. Direct any additional questions to the offices of Hammond and Hammond.”
Mr. Walsh opened the door and motioned to his assistant. Before Kay could ask anymore questions, she and Nate were whisked out of the building like yesterday’s dirt. As soon as they hit the sidewalk, Kay spun to face him. “What the hell was that macho act you pulled?” She stabbed a finger in his chest. “We went to talk not piss off an old man.”
“We went to send a message. You can bet Hank will get an earful.”
Nate’s hand closed around her hers, pulling it to his mouth. Kay watched mesmerized as his tongue slipped out to lick the tip of her finger. Moisture zinged straight to the juncture between her legs.
“That’s twice you’ve poked me in the chest. Do it again and there will be consequences.”
“You think you can scare me?” Kay straightened her five-eight frame and cocked her head to the right, delivering her version of a don’t-mess-with-me glare.
“Yeah. I do.” He shrugged. “Call Holly, see what she and Marcus dug up.”
Tugging her cell from its holder, Kay slid into Nate’s pickup, muttering to herself. He’d grown into the most frustrating, confusing, arrogant, sexy man she’d ever met.
She wouldn’t give into his charms. “No way.”
“No way what?” Holly’s voice boomed over the line. “Are you talking to me?”
“Holly?” Kay didn’t remember hitting speed dial. Apparently, she had. And if the expression on Nate’s face was any indication, she’d been talking out loud. That damn grin, the one she’d told him didn’t work anymore, was plastered across his face.
“What’s up?” Holly asked.
“Nate and I are headed to my apartment.” Kay struggled to keep her voice steady. “Where are you and Marcus?”
“Walking to the car. Meet you there in twenty.”
Kay ended the call and gazed out the window while Nate drove onto the freeway, heading south. She froze when his hand gave her shoulder a shake. The look she gave him was a warning to never mention what he’d overheard.
“Sweetheart, old man Walsh
She hoped a female touch might lessen the blow of accusing his son. “And we’ll get right to the point. I was kidnapped and after I escaped, a second attempt was made.”
“I’m sorry for your misfortune, but what has that got to do with my son?” Mr. Walsh asked as he leaned toward her. Watching his expression, she read nothing but curiosity.
“We’re trying to find the reason for these sudden attacks.”
“I still don’t understand. Why do you think I can help?”
“The first incident happened right after I visited a young woman in the hospital who’d accused your son of abducting and raping her.”
“Hank is innocent of those charges.” His back straightened. “I see no correlation between her false accusation and your unfortunate attack. What are you insinuating?”
Nate’s expression hardened. “Surely you’ll admit it’s more than a coincidence connecting the death of the only witness to your son’s crime and the abduction of the girl’s caseworker.”
“Look, my son may be spoiled, but he’s incapable of hurting anyone. If I believed those charges, I’d have insisted he seek psychological help and own up to his responsibility.”
“If he’s responsible, as you put it, now would be a good time to tell him to back off. I’d be very upset if something happened to Ms. Taylor.”
Nate’s tone sent chills straight to Kay’s spine. His message was a mix of threat, hate, and vengeance. Mr. Walsh’s eyes flashed wide.
“Threats should be directed to my attorney.” Tony Walsh glanced at his watch. She sensed he was through talking. He rose, hurried to the door and opened it.
Kay paused on her way out, placing her hand on his arm. The older man trembled under her grasp.
“We didn’t come to upset you. We came to gain insight.”
“I’ve told you my son is innocent. Direct any additional questions to the offices of Hammond and Hammond.”
Mr. Walsh opened the door and motioned to his assistant. Before Kay could ask anymore questions, she and Nate were whisked out of the building like yesterday’s dirt. As soon as they hit the sidewalk, Kay spun to face him. “What the hell was that macho act you pulled?” She stabbed a finger in his chest. “We went to talk not piss off an old man.”
“We went to send a message. You can bet Hank will get an earful.”
Nate’s hand closed around her hers, pulling it to his mouth. Kay watched mesmerized as his tongue slipped out to lick the tip of her finger. Moisture zinged straight to the juncture between her legs.
“That’s twice you’ve poked me in the chest. Do it again and there will be consequences.”
“You think you can scare me?” Kay straightened her five-eight frame and cocked her head to the right, delivering her version of a don’t-mess-with-me glare.
“Yeah. I do.” He shrugged. “Call Holly, see what she and Marcus dug up.”
Tugging her cell from its holder, Kay slid into Nate’s pickup, muttering to herself. He’d grown into the most frustrating, confusing, arrogant, sexy man she’d ever met.
She wouldn’t give into his charms. “No way.”
“No way what?” Holly’s voice boomed over the line. “Are you talking to me?”
“Holly?” Kay didn’t remember hitting speed dial. Apparently, she had. And if the expression on Nate’s face was any indication, she’d been talking out loud. That damn grin, the one she’d told him didn’t work anymore, was plastered across his face.
“What’s up?” Holly asked.
“Nate and I are headed to my apartment.” Kay struggled to keep her voice steady. “Where are you and Marcus?”
“Walking to the car. Meet you there in twenty.”
Kay ended the call and gazed out the window while Nate drove onto the freeway, heading south. She froze when his hand gave her shoulder a shake. The look she gave him was a warning to never mention what he’d overheard.
“Sweetheart, old man Walsh
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