on thinking her child was dead, but to know that she was alive made it impossible. What was she like? What was her name, even? Did she know about her? These were questions she allowed herself to ponder whenever she thought of her.
The front door slammed, snapping her out of her reverie, and she turned away from the window as Kyle entered the apartment. She still got that rush of feeling when she saw him, that shiver of anticipation that ran down her spine and made the breath catch in her throat.
He’d just finished work and was still wearing the uniform of the security firm he was working for. Dark blue trousers molded themselves to his strong thighs and the white shirt was stretched taut across his chest. Tara felt that familiar warmth spread between her legs as she looked at him and marvelled at the fact that this man had such a strong impact on her.
Seeing her , the furrow that had been between his eyes as he walked through the door vanished, and a wide smile spread across his face. He opened his arms to her and she happily went to him and he held her close. Breathing in his scent and feeling his strong arms around her, Tara smiled. This was where she was meant to be.
She would tell him about the message later.
Chapter 2
Kyle felt tired as he let himself in to the apartment. It had been another long nightshift working as security at the local mall. He didn’t like his job and the hours were antisocial but it served a purpose. He couldn’t go back to the LAPD and private security hadn’t worked out so well so, after talking it through with Tara they had decided that he should become a private investigator. He had the experience and the knowledge so dealing with horny husbands wouldn’t be too difficult. It wouldn’t happen overnight, though. There were rules and procedures to follow and he would need to obtain a license. All that would take time.
That had left him with a dilemma as to what to do until his licen se came through, so he had taken the security job as a way of earning some money while he waited. Tara had been adamant that he didn’t need to work right away, that they had enough from the sale of her jewelry to support them for now but that was something he wouldn’t even consider. There was no way he was going to live off Tara. The money he made was not much, little more than minimum wage, but it allowed him to feel as if he was contributing. That was very important to him. He had his pride, after all.
One of the first things he had done when they’d arrived back in L.A. was go to the police. Luccio may well have helped Kyle get Tara back, though not willingly, but Kyle’s conscience wouldn’t let him off the hook. Taking all the evidence he had kept, about the girls and Luccio’s criminal activities, he had handed it all over to the LAPD. He did not feel even a flicker of guilt. The only thing he felt was shame that he had worked for Luccio for so long and helped cover up all the terrible things he had done.
He’d had some tough questions to answer but, ultimately, they had been very receptive. Luccio had been under surveillance for a long time, and they had been waiting for an opportunity to bring him down. He hadn’t told them about Tara, there had been no reason to, and his history with the department meant that he wouldn’t face any charges for his part. He had a feeling, though, that he had just called in his last favor from them, and that if he got into trouble again, he would be on his own.
Tara was standing by the window as he walked in and, in the brief momen t before she turned to face him he saw the sadness etched on her face, cutting him to the core. He loved this woman with every fiber of his being and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her but he couldn’t help her get her daughter back. They’d sat down and talked about it. Over and over. But whichever way they turned it, there was nothing they could do. They knew nothing about her, not even where she lived, and there
The front door slammed, snapping her out of her reverie, and she turned away from the window as Kyle entered the apartment. She still got that rush of feeling when she saw him, that shiver of anticipation that ran down her spine and made the breath catch in her throat.
He’d just finished work and was still wearing the uniform of the security firm he was working for. Dark blue trousers molded themselves to his strong thighs and the white shirt was stretched taut across his chest. Tara felt that familiar warmth spread between her legs as she looked at him and marvelled at the fact that this man had such a strong impact on her.
Seeing her , the furrow that had been between his eyes as he walked through the door vanished, and a wide smile spread across his face. He opened his arms to her and she happily went to him and he held her close. Breathing in his scent and feeling his strong arms around her, Tara smiled. This was where she was meant to be.
She would tell him about the message later.
Chapter 2
Kyle felt tired as he let himself in to the apartment. It had been another long nightshift working as security at the local mall. He didn’t like his job and the hours were antisocial but it served a purpose. He couldn’t go back to the LAPD and private security hadn’t worked out so well so, after talking it through with Tara they had decided that he should become a private investigator. He had the experience and the knowledge so dealing with horny husbands wouldn’t be too difficult. It wouldn’t happen overnight, though. There were rules and procedures to follow and he would need to obtain a license. All that would take time.
That had left him with a dilemma as to what to do until his licen se came through, so he had taken the security job as a way of earning some money while he waited. Tara had been adamant that he didn’t need to work right away, that they had enough from the sale of her jewelry to support them for now but that was something he wouldn’t even consider. There was no way he was going to live off Tara. The money he made was not much, little more than minimum wage, but it allowed him to feel as if he was contributing. That was very important to him. He had his pride, after all.
One of the first things he had done when they’d arrived back in L.A. was go to the police. Luccio may well have helped Kyle get Tara back, though not willingly, but Kyle’s conscience wouldn’t let him off the hook. Taking all the evidence he had kept, about the girls and Luccio’s criminal activities, he had handed it all over to the LAPD. He did not feel even a flicker of guilt. The only thing he felt was shame that he had worked for Luccio for so long and helped cover up all the terrible things he had done.
He’d had some tough questions to answer but, ultimately, they had been very receptive. Luccio had been under surveillance for a long time, and they had been waiting for an opportunity to bring him down. He hadn’t told them about Tara, there had been no reason to, and his history with the department meant that he wouldn’t face any charges for his part. He had a feeling, though, that he had just called in his last favor from them, and that if he got into trouble again, he would be on his own.
Tara was standing by the window as he walked in and, in the brief momen t before she turned to face him he saw the sadness etched on her face, cutting him to the core. He loved this woman with every fiber of his being and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her but he couldn’t help her get her daughter back. They’d sat down and talked about it. Over and over. But whichever way they turned it, there was nothing they could do. They knew nothing about her, not even where she lived, and there
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