We had to talk. I had to find out what Crew was doing having lunch with him. And why involve Seraphina?
“The queen summoned me, and here I am,” he taunted.
“If only it had been that easy five years ago.” I didn’t hide how angry I was.
“I’m not the one who walked out of the Vieux Carre.” His voice was suddenly icy, the words clipped. I was amazed at how quickly the heat rescinded. This was good. I needed ice and wind. I wanted to be washed over by the chill of his resentment. I needed the sharper side of Knight to remind me how vicious he could be.
“Just how did you think I would react when I found out what you had done?” I wanted the truth.
“We’re really going to talk about this?”
“Yes.” I put a hand on my hip. “You aren’t leaving in the storm. There’s no power. What else are we supposed to do?”
His eyes traveled to the bed.
“Oh no. I’m not sleeping with you. Is that what you thought?”
He chuckled. “Isn’t that our go-to?”
“Not anymore.”
He exhaled, lowering himself on the edge of the bed. I would have preferred if he had used the small sitting area at the end of the room. It was easier not to picture him tangled in my sheets.
“All right. Kennedy. You want to know about the PAC.”
“I do.” I leaned against the chaise, afraid that if I stepped any closer to him the new drop in temperature would be disrupted. “I deserve the truth. Especially from the man who swore he had waited five years to be back in my life. The man who had claimed me so many times the other night, I’d lost count.
A shutter slammed against the window. It had come loose in the storm. I hopped upright.
“Want to sit next to me?” he offered. The sexy smirk on his face should have been illegal.
“I’m fine. I’m not worried about the storm.” I pressed my lips together. “You were getting ready to tell me why you stabbed me in the back.”
Knight rubbed the side of his jaw. “Words like that hurt, you know?”
“Do they?” I eyed him.
“Shit, Kennedy. What happened to business and pleasure staying separate?”
I glared at him over my cocktail glass. “Business is one thing. Destroying my organization is something entirely different. Blocking the Crescent Towers deal will do exactly that. I know you’re angry about the loan your father took from me. But that’s between you and your family. He made that decision. He came to me. It wasn’t the other way around.”
“The payments are outrageous,” he argued.
“See? It goes back to the same thing. You’re angry that he made a bad business deal and I’m the one who bailed him out. Your ego can’t take it.”
“Who said anything about my ego?” He stood tall. I had to stop the way my body responded to his athletic frame. It seemed as if every muscle in his arms rippled when he took a step toward me. I had nowhere to go, pinned against the chaise. I stood my ground, jutting my chin forward. I dared him to try to kiss me again.
I huffed. “Believe me. As the only women on top in this town, I’ve dealt with plenty of male egos. Yours isn’t new.”
“You know nothing else about me? You’re going to paint me as any other mobster? Really?” He stopped inches from me. Close enough I could smell the cologne on his skin. Damn it. He smelled incredible.
“Why can’t you separate business from us? It seems messy for you. Why is that hard for you?” I wondered how mean I could be. How far I could tear him down. How far I could push him from me.
“Because it should be the same thing.” His hand curved against my cheek. My eyes never left his. “We should be on the same side for once. Not fighting. Not carrying on the fucked-up legacies our fathers left behind. Weren’t we supposed to be different? We’re we going to change everything? Couldn’t we still?”
The rain pelted the window while the broken shutter clattered against the house. The sound distracted me. My head jerked to the side. Knight slid into place, his hand snaking around my waist.
“You haven’t told me why you did it.” I stared at him, wanting this to be different so badly it hurt between my ribs. My head hurt. My body ached. He had wounded me over and over. I couldn’t believe him now, no matter what he said.
“For the tech,” he answered. “It’s all I have. The only way to rebuild the Corban empire. It wasn’t about you. It was for me. For my family. For my name. I had to have a way to make something out of what my father destroyed.”
I blinked. “What?”
“My father invested in a small tech firm before he died. It was unorthodox for him. He never did shit like that. I started looking into it with Paul. Do you have any idea what this tech does?”
I shook my head. It was something I’d been trying to find out. “No.” Was he going to tell me? Crew had come up empty for days.
His thumb stroked the side of my cheek. I tried to ignore it. Cut myself off from the spark it ignited in my blood.
“It’s going to sound crazy. I thought my father had lost his damn mind, but I did the research. I had Paul do even more. It’s a radar device used on shipwrecks.”
“Shipwrecks?” What the hell was he talking about?
“I know. Crazy, right? But, oceanographers use this stuff for studying reefs. Anyway, there are hundreds of sunken ships in the Gulf.
