Page 4 of Son of a Preacher Man
Kevin returned his card. Sliding it back into his wallet, Kodiak turned to leave.
“You’re not going out in that, are you? It’s pouring.”
Ain’t it, though?
He glanced back over his shoulder. “Yeah, and?”
Sipping on his coffee, Kodiak headed for the door. He almost made it too.
“Wait.”
His fingers fell from the doorknob.
“Cookies.” Peering up at him, she pressed a bag into his hand. “You look like you could use a friend.”
Could use more than that, Ice Queen.
“You want to be my friend now, Kelly?”
“Why not?”
He snickered. “I have a dick, you know.”
“I’m aware.”
“Yeah.” Kodiak smirked. “Be seeing you.”
He lowered the lid on his Mac.
Rubbing his weary eyes, Kodiak kicked his feet up onto the coffee table. Sorry, Anna. Without a doubt, the hotshot attorney downtown was cheating on his wife. And his girlfriend. All of them. Judging by the surveillance footage and his text message history, the slimy bastard had a different one for every day of the week.
Of course, Anna likely knew of her husband’s infidelity long before she hired him. Wives always know. It was when they needed irrefutable evidence for divorce proceedings, they retained his services.
“Hope she takes you to the cleaners, you stupid fuck.”
Adultery jobs were a piece of cake. Not at all challenging. Cheating husbands aren’t very smart. While they made for a steady stream of lucrative income, with his military background in intelligence, Kodiak preferred the more complex cases. Criminal stuff. Fraud. Embezzlement. Corporate espionage.
Ever since he helped Brendan get out of that whole Salena mess, Phil Beecham’s firm sent a ton of work his way. It didn’t take long for word to get around. With his expertise, courtesy of the United States Army, Kodiak had plenty of clients and more than enough to keep him busy.
And he needed busy.
To keep his mind occupied and the bad shit out of his head.
Jarrid always said idleness is the handmaiden of temptation, but then anything that came out of his father’s mouth was to suit his own purposes. Kodiak threw it back at him to suit his back in high school, getting Daddy’s permission to try out for the football team with Jonathan during his freshman year.
Nope. He couldn’t allow his thoughts to go there.
Giving his head a brisk shake, Kodiak picked up the blue paper bag he’d tossed onto the coffee table when he got home. He peeked inside and the corner of his mouth slowly lifted. Snickerdoodles.
What was up with her? It wasn’t like Kelly to be so…nice. The girl was downright cold, almost to the point of being rude. They didn’t refer to her as the ice queen for nothing. She voiced her disdain for anyone with a dick, especially Dillon and Brendan, loud and clear. Much too loud if you asked him. Leo seemed to be the only exception, but then he was gay. Go figure.
Okay, so Kelly adamantly claimed to be a lesbian. Just who was she trying to convince? Kodiak wasn’t sure he believed her. He’d known plenty of them, but he’d never known any to hate on the male gender the way she did. Course, he’d never known any that were into sucking cock either.
And Kelly was sure into his.
Once.
Going on two years ago now. New Year’s Eve at the Red Door. The night he first met her.
