Locked Away (Living With Lies Book 2)

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finishes paying the bill and we head out to this car. I have no idea where we are or how to get back to Kate’s. Thankfully, Kiran does. However, a few blocks later, I start to question if he’s lost. Every couple of blocks he turns, going in no particular direction. Actually, if I had to guess, I would say we’re going in circles.
    I watch as he looks up in his rearview mirror with a frown. “What’s wrong?” I ask. Kiran pushes down on the gas and flies through a light as it’s changing from yellow to red.
    “Crap. What’s going on?” I repeat.
    Kiran continues to drive faster than necessary as he turns several times before merging onto the interstate. “We were being followed,” he finally adds. I immediately turn my head and look behind us. “I lost them,” he calmly states.
    “Are you sure someone was following us?” I question with panic in my voice.
    “Yeah, I’m sure. I turned damn near ten times and the bastard made every turn I did.”
    Suddenly, a thought pops into my head. “Damian has men in Denver on his payroll. Manuel told me people here in the city would keep an eye on me. It’s possible that’s who you saw.” My heart starts to relax. Maybe it’s wishful thinking, but I hope that’s all it was.
    Kiran exits the interstate and drives around for a while before he finally returns to Kate’s house. When he gets his car into the garage, he finally repeats, “Damian has people here in Denver on his payroll?” His brows bunch as he waits for my answer.
    “I don’t know. That’s what Manuel said. Damian...he cares about Kate. He...he loves her. He’s always worried someone might hurt me, and I know he now worries about the same thing happening to Kate. That’s the reason he was hell bent on keeping us separated. Personally, it seems crazy that he’d send me here of all places.” I shrug. “But then again, Damian is the type of man who’d have eyes on Kate at all times. Maybe he felt this city was safe because of the protection he already had in place.”
    Without knowing more, that’s the only thought that makes sense. Since I can’t call Manuel again to find out if people still believe I’m in Poza Rica, there’s no way to know for sure. Suddenly, my new job doesn’t seem like a great idea.
    “I’m sure you already know this but you need to be careful. Keep your eyes and ears open to people around you, and if you think there’s any sign of trouble, I want you to call me.” He reaches out and squeezes my hand, the exact thing I remember Gavin doing to Kate, which causes another round of flutters in my stomach.
    “Promise me. I don’t care how silly it sounds in your head, if it bothers you in the slightest, I want to know about it,” he adds. I nod and smile up at him. His beautiful blue eyes shine down at me as he slowly reaches forward and captures my mouth.
    His lips move against mine until his tongue pushes inside. We move together like two people who are comfortable with each other. I place my hands on the side of his face, rubbing them up and down as he slowly pulls back, causing me to whimper from the loss of him.
    I smile when I look down and see he’s extremely hard and looks uncomfortable in his shorts. “Soon,” he says, causing my eyes to dart back to his. “Soon, we’ll take this to the next level. If you’re okay with that,” he adds, which only sparks my need for him.
    “Yes, I’m very okay with that.” Kiran nods then jerks his head toward the garage door. “You go ahead. I need to relax a second before I’m attacked by a five-year-old. My luck, she’ll knee me in the junk and we won’t explore anything more for days.” He chuckles.
    “Okay.” Without another word, I get out of the car. Before I walk through the door, I turn and give him one last smile. One I hope captures exactly how this day has made me feel.

Isabelle
    Last night, the five of us sat at the kitchen table and shared a meal. For the first time in my twenty-one years, I

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