Home Is Where the Heart Is by Abigail Hart Read Free Book Online Page B

in memory for her and her mother. They drank their coffee in complete silence and retreated to their rooms to prepare for the service. Kyra stared at herself in the mirror, wondering what her mother must be thinking; how hard this had to be. Her mother had done her best to hide her tears, but Kyra could hear her mom cry as she lay in bed at night. She had wanted so much to run to her mother’s side and help her grieve, but she didn’t. She knew her mom needed to be alone with her thoughts and memories of the man she had lost so violently.
    Her parents had never spent a moment apart since they married. They had considered everything they did worth sharing with each other. Apart from working at the law firm, her dad had centered his life around his love for his wife. They had once told her they were great as individuals, but they could accomplish anything together, face any obstacle. Together they were better; stronger. Anyone could see how much they were in love.
    The trip to the funeral home was a silent one, neither Kyra nor her mother in the mood for idle chit-chat. There were so many people at her father’s funeral that it was difficult to take it all in. Seeing how many people her father’s life had touched in one way or another brought a smile to her face. Many of the people she knew from her childhood, but there were a few strangers peppered throughout the crowd that didn’t seem to fit in amongst her dad’s friends and family.
    Some of the strangers made her feel rather uneasy, and she dropped her gaze to the floor or quickly looked in another direction if they looked towards her. They all shared a disturbing stone-cold icy look. Their suits were crisp and fashionable, almost looking new, unlike the suits the locals wore. She couldn’t shake the feeling they didn’t belong.
    A strong hand landed on her shoulder, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin, but then she relaxed, knowing without looking that it was Dylan. She would recognize that intense heat anywhere; it was the type of heat that always caused her blood to boil, her panties melting into ribbons as the heat pulsed around her. Turning, she noticed that he was wearing the most amazing black pinstripe suit that clung to his phenomenal body. A kelly-green paisley tie added a punch of color that made his amazing gray eyes even more intense.
    “You look amazing,” Kyra said.
    “So do you,” Dylan replied, with a seductive smile on his lips, his eyes raking over her body. The hunger she saw in his eyes warmed her heart and scared her at the same time. Her body wanted him so badly that it hurt, but her mind held the voice of reason, reminding her that Dylan was a married man. She had no business appreciating another woman’s man the way she did. Shame filled her. She glanced around the room, taking a step back away from him, needing so much to tear her gaze from his to keep things professional and safe.
    “Who are those men?” Kyra asked, pointing in their direction.
    “Not sure. I’ve seen them around town. Why?”
    “They give me the creeps. Did they do business with my dad?”
    “I’ll see what I can find out. They might be clients or something.”
    “I suppose it’s possible. I’ll ask my mother later.” She glanced back at the men, hoping her father had nothing to do with them. They seemed dangerous.
    As she glanced around the room, she noticed that Harley the harlot had made an appearance. Great. Just fucking great.
    Kyra had found harlot a name befitting the girl since she was loose as a goose. Harley had been known to take just about anyone to her bed, especially if she thought they would benefit her in some way. Kyra wondered if she had changed her sleazy ways after marrying Dylan. Would he put up with her if she still slept around? He didn’t seem like that type of guy.
    However, since she had been back home, she hadn’t seen the couple together. It was a little shocking, but of course, it wasn’t like she wanted to see them