“A lot of these trucks that have been damaged are tagged for repairs in the lots. Others are tagged for disposal. But you should at least check the lot.” Peter was a civil engineer and knows about the logistics of trucks and heavy machinery used on major projects.
I set my coffee between my hands on the table. “You would think they would have destroyed it by now, all things considered.”
“You would think.” Kalin nods at me. “Maybe they have. Or maybe they didn’t think they would have to worry about it without any witnesses,” he sniffs. “I’ll bet they’re worried about it now. I’ll have Atkinson request a search warrant for the premises.”
“That truck should be in Mexico in a thousand pieces by now,” I huff.
“It won’t be that easy to move around a damaged big rig without tearing it apart, especially after your report to the police. I’m going to call Atkinson.” Kalin reaches for his cell phone, taps the screen and wanders into the living room with the phone to his ear. A few seconds later he returns. “Atkinson is asking the detectives assigned to this case to get a search warrant for the lot based on the evidence.”
“Do you think the chances are good that the court will issue one?” Peter asks.
“I’m sure the truck didn’t exactly advertise ‘ProEast Energy’ on the side,” Kalin grumbles as he sits down at the table. “But he thinks we have enough for a search warrant.”
Kalin glances at me and then his eyes swing to his parents. “We haven’t even had a chance to enjoy the hikes, the trails, the bay, or the golf course. You guys should enjoy the trails while Annabelle and I clean up. Then we can do whatever you like today.” His pleasant smile turns into a wicked grin when he glances my way.
“It’s certainly a beautiful place you have here, Kalin, but we came here to see you get better.” Lauren places scrambled eggs mixed with bits of bacon onto each plate. The mouthwatering smell rushes over me. Kalin was right. I am famished.
“Well, I am better. Now you should both enjoy the beach and the trails,” Kalin insists.
“Are you telling us to take a hike, Kalin?” Peter smirks.
Kalin lifts his head in laughter. “I wouldn’t put it that way, Dad.” He takes a sip of juice and flicks his eyes to mine.
I stifle a grin and taste the eggs. “These are so delicious.”
“Plenty for seconds,” Lauren smiles as she places a bowl of fresh melons and strawberries on the table with the English muffins and blueberry jam.
“I want you and mom to enjoy this area while you’re both here. No reason to dart off without enjoying yourselves. It will give me a chance to follow up with the search warrant, and clean up.” Kalin maintains a solemn expression while he dips into his breakfast, but I know what he’s thinking, and it has nothing to do with cleaning up unless he’s talking about me. Part of me can’t seem to quench the curiosity of what he and Madison had together, and why he didn’t tell me about their relationship. I need to talk to him alone.
After a pleasant breakfast, Kalin walks outside with his parents and elaborates on the trails around the house and the bay. “If you get lost, just head for the beach,” Kalin says. “From there you can find the clear path home. Otherwise it’s pretty straightforward.” He mentions that the whole area is under security now, to which his parents nod with understanding and acceptance.
Kalin stalks back into the house with a glint in his eye. He wraps his strong arms around me and presses me up next to his body. “Now, we are alone, really alone for the first time in…”
“…four weeks.” I grin.
“Longest four weeks of my life.” My chest is against his right side, and his hand is pushing my ass into him possessively. My desire for him wages war with my thoughts.
“Kalin, we have to talk.” I manage to get the words out before his mouth devours mine. The wetness of his kiss bathes me in warmth and gathers to my center. His arousal presses against me, and I press into him and taste what I have been missing for so long. He lifts my T-shirt over my arms, and my resistance melts in the dark desire of his eyes. I raise my arms and gasp as Kalin lifts my seamless bra over my aching breasts, and up and over my head. His eyes rake over me as he tosses my bra to the floor with my T-shirt.
“I forgot how beautiful you really are, Annabelle. You know it’s been too long, and I have to have you.”
“Yes,” I plead.
He lowers his mouth over my hardening nipple, and presses his lips over the peak of my breast. A small gasp escapes my mouth. My back arches into him, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders and neck, embracing the fire spreading from my sensitive breasts to every part of me, feeling his desire with every stroke of his lips and tongue. I can no longer fight the feeling ripping through me. He buries his face in my breasts, and my fingers plunge through his hair while he sucks on my nipple, clenching me with his teeth, and alternating to the other with the same delightful assault. My head falls back from the heated torment, and a moan escapes my mouth while his greedy mouth moves to my other hard nipple, taking me into his mouth, sucking and scraping me with his teeth.