The cool breeze tickled my bare shoulder as I stared up at the paneled ceiling. I was a little exhausted from last nights festivities. A frown of confusion settled between my brow remember, clearly, that I had fell asleep on the couch in Justin's study after we had gotten home.
He ran some calls, and by some I mean a lot, to more than one Private Investigator amongst other secretive individuals. I could understand his worry all too well. I scoffed in disgust thinking that my own father would want to murder my own husband. He was working in cohorts with Ian, obviously.
After his jacket was knocked off his shoulders skillfully by Justin, we both realized it all. The puzzle pieces fell right in place but whoever else was present gathered nothing from the small incident and looked on.
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