Bluegrass State of Mind(96)

“Oh, you poor dears,” Miss Daisy said, putting her hand over her heart. “That man Chad was in here looking for you one day. I thought it was someone you prosecuted, so I didn’t tell him anything. Well, he’ll know better than to come back here again. Won’t he, Violet?”

“He sure will. I’ll go clean Clint now.” Miss Violet turned and disappeared into the kitchen.

“Clint?” she and Paige asked at the same time.

“That’s her Smith & Wesson .44 Magnum. Just like Clint Eastwood carried in Dirty Harry,” Daisy answered. “But what I want to know is what happened to Danielle? Do you know where she is?”

Kenna watched Miss Daisy twist her apron out of concern for someone she had never even met, and she was touched. “No, I don’t know. We email each other, but I never know how long it'll take her to check her mail.”

“I’ll put her name on the list at church and we’ll all pray for her safety.” Miss Daisy nodded, as well as several others. “Now that Whitney is in jail and singing like a canary and Chad is on the run, why don’t you have Danielle come here?”

“Here?” Kenna couldn’t seem to process the thought of Danielle in Keeneston. They had been hiding for three months. Just seeing Danielle again was hard to imagine.

“It seems like the smart thing to do. You have Mo and his security looking out for Chad. And you have Will and Agent Parker, not counting all of us now,” Miss Daisy said, pointing to the room of around thirty people, all of whom were nodding in agreement. “We look out for our own, you know. She’ll be far safer here with you and the whole town than trying to run on her own. That poor girl, all alone in that city...” Miss Daisy clucked.

Walking back to her room at Miss Lily’s, Kenna couldn’t get the thought out of her head. She opened her laptop and hoped for a message from her. She was disappointed when she got no new mail.





Dani-





So much has happened. It would take too long to explain in an email. I've been found, but I'm safe. I think we should face this together. I'm in Keeneston, Kentucky. I'm usually at the courthouse. Trust me, you can’t miss it. Or at Ashton Farm with Will Ashton. It’s time to end this.





-K





Kenna hit send and hoped she'd get to see her friend soon. She powered down the computer and got ready for bed. Will was pre-taping numerous shows to air tomorrow morning, so he was going to be busy until later in the evening. She pulled out a book and walked downstairs to the front porch, curling one leg under her as she sat on the swing with one foot dangling to push herself as she fell into the story.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

Kenna had been so engrossed in her book, she hadn’t heard Will’s truck pull up. The smile that came across her face could no more be stopped than the sun coming up every morning. “How was your afternoon?”

“It was good. Got a little crazy at the cafe, but they gave me an idea. Miss Daisy said to tell Danielle to come here. By now, the whole town is aware of my situation and will be on the lookout for Chad. Oh! Miss Daisy said he stopped by the cafe looking for me, too.”

“I think it’s a great idea to have her here. You know Cole is still looking into it, and I'm sure it would be easier on him to have you both here so he can come to you with any questions or evidence that he digs up.” Will sat down on the swing and placed her foot in his lap. He started to massage it and Kenna closed her eyes in utter joy.

“Mmm. How were your interviews?”

Will chuckled as Kenna purred. “They were good. Mom said the phones have been ringing off the hook for people wanting to breed to Boots. Art is trying to get him ready for the Preakness in two weeks. He’s even trying to kiss him. It seems only you hold that magic with him. I mean, if I were Boots and I could get kissed by Art or you, you’d be the winner every time.”

“Well, why don’t we just test that theory?” Kenna gave him a wink and laughed as Will scooped her up onto his lap.

Will rested his forehead against hers. “I love you so much.” His lips closed the distance and locked onto hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue slipped past her lips and swept into her mouth. She felt his hand lift the hem of her Syracuse University t-shirt and move up. He rested his hand on her stomach, his thumb making small circles on the underside of her breast.

She plunged her tongue into his mouth and arched her back, offering him her breasts. His hand cupped her breast and gently kneaded it. He ran his rough thumb gently over her hardened nipple and trailed his fingers to her other breast. He gently caressed her breast and slowly rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger. Kenna moaned into his mouth and ran a hand down his back, stopping to squeeze his ass before running back up to run her fingers through his hair.