Dirty Little Secrets(34)

Kade came around and knelt beside me, letting me vent my feelings. When I was hollowed out, an empty shell, he gently wrapped his arms around me. “Now you see why I couldn’t even let you know how I felt,” he whispered. “Alix, you have to let it go. Your illusions, your anger toward your mother, all of it. Because if you want to go somewhere with me, you’re going to need all your strength for that.”

I sobbed, nodding into his chest as I felt purged. “Help me please, Kade?”

“I can try,” he replied. “No matter what, I’ll try. I love you, Alix.”

I sniffled and looked up at him, barely illuminated in the yellow light that came from the running light on the side of the car. “Love me like family . . . or something else?”

“Until a few days ago, I would never have let myself love you as anything but family, except in my dreams,” he replied. “This is new for me, too.”

We knelt there on the side of the road, and again it was pure nature that took over for us. I saw the love in his eyes that said he’d never do to me what Daddy—no, that man wasn’t my Daddy—what Paris Nova did. I leaned up and kissed him once, and it was just as sweet as when we’d kissed on the pier. It didn’t go further, though, as we were lit up by lights coming up toward us as another driver pulled over. “Hey, you guys okay?”

“Yeah,” I called back, breaking the kiss and getting up. “Everything’s fine. Everything’s fine.”





Chapter 12





Kade




When we got to Portland, I wanted both of us to take our time. Thankfully, my condo has three bedrooms, two of which were unoccupied at the time.

“What’s in here?” Alix asked when I showed her around. It was late afternoon after we arrived, since both of us had been so exhausted after the drive to do much more than go to bed. She reached for the door knob, stopping when I spoke.

“Don’t go in there,” I commanded, just a bit of sternness in my voice. Alix turned to me, her eyes growing wide as she heard me give her her first order. “Alix, do you trust me?”

“Yes, Kade,” she said. She looked at me with her eyes wide and clear blue, looking at me without any fear at all. “I trust you completely.”

“Then don’t go in there,” I said, “Not yet,” still commanding but not as stern. “Alix, there’s so much I want to show you. But not yet.”

“Why not?” she asked, pouting before stopping. “Sorry, I guess I’m not supposed to ask why, am I?”

“You can ask, but don’t expect an answer quite yet.” I smirked. “But before anything, I need you to do something for me.”

“What?” she asked, leaning into my hand and shivering. “God, that feels good. How is this so good?”

“Because we’re doing it for the right reasons,” I explained. “But what I need you to do is call Layla.”

“And do what?” she asked. “Apologize?”

“Yes,” I said quietly. “You don’t need to tell her what you know. She had her reasons for not telling you, as much as I personally disagree with them. But you do need to apologize to her for the way you’ve behaved for so many years. In the meantime, I’ll have a visitor tonight.”

“Who?”

I nodded, leading her into the living room. “It’s my paralegal investigator, Vince. He’s the guy who tracked down what happened for me, although he doesn’t know the details. He and I are going to discuss our legal weapons available right now, and some that are not exactly legal. Vince has some connections on both sides of the law.”

Alix nodded.

“Before you call though, I have something for you,” I said, knowing Alix was ready.

“What?”

“Tudor Rose,” I said. “Never forget it. Say it, and I stop anything.”

Alix looked at me with surprise and understanding in her eyes. “May I kiss you?”

We kissed, and it was even better than the first two. There was no spark of shame, no hesitancy, just the sweet taste of Alix’s lips and the feeling of her willowy waist in my hands while her firm breasts pressed against my shirt. We were both breathing heavily when we broke our lips apart, her eyes dancing in delight. “I’m going to go call Mom.”

“I’ll give you privacy. By the way, I don’t want to sound presumptuous, but for appearance’s sake, we should set up the other bedroom like you’re staying as a guest for a while.”

I went into my bedroom, looking at the wide expanse of my king-sized mattress, looking forward to the fact that I hopefully wouldn’t be sleeping alone that night. Then again, I pondered, perhaps Alix is a horrible snorer who hogs the blankets?