Dark Knight of the Skye by Robin Renee Ray Read Free Book Online

a fight and he took off with your undies,” this coming from the other officer.
    “Someone was… in my apartment.” D`nae replied and politely asked them to leave.
    “If you have any more trouble, don’t hesitate to call,” Hernandez said walking out the door.
    “Sure… you bet.” She closed the door and went straight to her room, where she now held the only number of a man that might be able to help figure out why someone was all the sudden finding her so interesting. She dialed the number and put the receiver to her head. It rang three times and as she lowered the phone to hang it up, she heard,
    “Detective Grady O’Brian, how can I help you?”
    D`nae slowly raised the receiver back to her ear and listened to him say hello one more time before she responded.
    “Grady, it’s me… D`nae Creel.”
    “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
    “Why does something have to be wrong?”
    “Because, you’re calling me for one thing. I’ve called you several times and you’ve never once returned my call. Figured I moved too fast in asking you out.” he explained.
    “Grady, I… can we talk about something else right now? Someone’s been breaking into my mailbox and I know they’ve been in my apartment. My landlady said she’s been getting calls every other day, with some guy asking if I have a man living here,” she paused to take a breath.
    “D`nae?” he whispered in question.
    “I didn’t know who else to call.”
    “I can be there tomorrow afternoon, if you want me to come check things out for you,” he said closing his eyes waiting for her answer.
    “You wouldn’t mind?”
    What she couldn’t see was Grady standing up, giving the air a high five and mouthing a silent “YES!”
    “Not at all, I’ll call you with the flight plan. Right now, I want you to make sure that place is locked up tight. If you don’t have a good lock on the door put a chair under the knob.”
    “Yeah, okay, mom. You have my cell number.” She hung up the phone.
    She lay back on the bed and wondered if what she had done in asking him here was a good idea, knowing that he had a little crush on her. She didn’t want to hurt him for being clueless of what she carried deep in her heart. Her heart belonged to her one and only back on the Isle of Skye, and she only had a few weeks left before she would be able to return to her very essence of life, for what she hoped to be a permanent stay; to live out her days by his side, no matter how long that time may be.
    The next afternoon, D`nae stood at gate four, waiting for Grady to exit the plane. She was looking for a tall man with short black hair wearing something like a blue pin-striped suit, but that’s not what came walking off that plane. The only parts of Grady that weren’t covered in black were his face and hands. He was wearing black denim jeans with a black t-shirt, covered by a black leather jacket, topped off with black snake skin boots, and a pair of black sunshades.
    “Going to a biker funeral?” D`nae asked stepping up to meet him.
    “What… you don’t like it? I think the color goes with my eyes,” he said lowering his glasses just enough to peer over the edge, grinning slightly.
    “Hmm, whatever you think, Grady,” she replied completely un-amused.
    “Well, I must say you look stunning. Did you dress up just for me?”
    “Don’t be a smartass. I came here straight from work. Do you have luggage or is that it?”
    “This is it,” he replied and held up his black duffle bag.
    “You really like black, don’t ya? What happened to the whole suit-and-tie thing?” she asked waving her hand about, looking at him from head to toe. His sudden chameleon-like character was proving to be very confusing to her, and not very reassuring.
    “That was business… and this is the only color that the bag came in.”
    She shook her head, flashing her best fake smile and the two headed out of the airport and back to D`nae’s truck. Grady threw his bag in the back