Growl by Eve Langlais Read Free Book Online

car, and look, there’s a Burger King up ahead.”
    As she practically inhaled a Whopper made of decadent goodness and hummed a happy sound while munching fries, she noted Gavin executing a lot more turns and taking a lot more time than needed to get to her condo complex. His eyes constantly flitted between his mirrors, and he didn’t talk as much, intent on the happenings around them.
    They made it to her apartment without mishap, where he parked a block down, his previous luck having not held. At least she wasn’t completely uncovered, though, as he donated his coat a moment after handing her from the car. She wrapped herself in it, glad of the cover, not just from the cooler twilight air but also from the stares of the curious.
    How she must look with her hair sticking out from a messy ponytail, wearing her bright slippers, escorted by a clean-shaven, towering hunk in a suit. With a freaking tie.
    The ridiculous thing made her want to grab it and yank him down so she could plant a kiss on those tempting lips.
    Bad. Very bad. And to think she’d accused him of having the dirty mind. It seemed she wasn’t innocent when it came to letting her mind play in the gutter.
    As before, he insisted on accompanying her right to her door. Once again, the elevator felt much too small for the two of them, especially when he planted himself before her and tilted her chin.
    â€œFeeling okay? You seem rather subdued.”
    â€œWhile I appreciate what you’ve done so far, I have to admit that a part of me is a little tired at whatever game is being played at my expense.” Tired and annoyed.
    â€œWe’ll find whoever is doing this. Because once we find them, we’ll find the true murderer.”
    â€œAnd you’ll get the charges dismissed.”
    â€œYes, which will then mean you’re no longer my client.”
    â€œAnd back his mind goes into the gutter,” she said with a laugh as she exited through the elevator doors when they slid open to her floor.
    Striding up the hall, she smiled, a part of her flattered at his insistence on courting her. How long since a man had shown such ardent interest? Actually, she didn’t think any man had seemed so intent to convince her to bed him as Gavin. Most suitors tended to last only a short time, especially once they met her family. And Daddy wondered why she’d fled to the East Coast.
    At her apartment door, she stopped, chagrined to realize her keys were inside, sitting in the purse the police wouldn’t let her bring.
    â€œShoot. I don’t have a way of getting in,” she grumbled. “I’ll have to find the superintendent.”
    â€œAllow me. Wait here.”
    Given her fatigue and outfit, she didn’t argue and enjoyed the rear view of Gavin as he strode back to the elevators.
    Since she didn’t know how long he’d be, she let herself slump until she sat on the floor. Instead of focusing on her sexy lawyer—who came to her rescue—she tried to use her brain to figure out who the hell had it out for her.
    She’d not lived in this town long enough to make any enemies. As a matter of fact, no one knew she’d moved here. Not even the friends she’d left behind as she made her fresh start. As for her family, they just called her cell phone when they wanted to talk. This place wasn’t a permanent thing for Megan. Just a temporary job she’d taken on her path to better things.
    A job she now regretted.
    Someone framed me for Pierre’s murder. Someone who wanted him dead. Who stood to benefit the most? According to most crime shows, the spouse was the first suspect. With the evidence against Megan, no one bothered to look at the widow. But Megan had to wonder. Much younger than her husband and volatile, Vivienne certainly had a temper that could lead to murder. But a crime of passion wouldn’t have involved the meticulous planning that led to Megan getting accused.
    Which