Invisibility Cloak by Jill Elaine Prim Read Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Jill Elaine Prim
“Where do you want to go for a scheming drink, Mr. Stevenson?” Still smiling, she put the emphasis on scheming.
“What’s close to your house?”
“Oh yes, that would be better. How about The Library? It’s about ten miles from my house. Does that work for you?” She nibbled on her lower lip. “Let me call my kiddos real fast, just so they know where I am. They should be home.”
Amanda skimmed her teeth across her plump pink bottom lip and Ryder lowered his lids. A hunger that he hadn’t had in a long while, struck him hard. To steady himself, he looked out at the street across from Edgington’s property and shook his head. Was his reaction to this woman so intense because he hadn’t gotten laid in a while? Soft conversational murmurs drifted over to him just as he noticed an SUV sitting idly beside the curb. Someone was in the driver’s seat― clearly a silhouette―yet the figure in the front seat stood rod still.
Never moved an inch.
Running his hand through his short dark hair, he pulled down his brows. Something wasn’t right; he felt it in his bones. Who would be casing-out Sophia Edgington’s mansion? Squinting again, he tried to make out the car. Looked like a Cadillac Escalade. He rubbed the back of his neck again. Was it her ex-husband having someone watch Sophia’s house or a perpetrator intending to rob it?
Ah hell . Was she right? Would Parker Edgington stalk her? Shit, and here he blew off that notion because he thought she was using that as an excuse to get him to accompany her to all of her events. Now, he felt like a pathetic, egotistical jerk. When he didn’t hear Amanda’s soft undertones anymore, he turned around just as she clicked her phone off.
“All okay at home?”
“Yep, kids ate already, I left them a casserole since I was out and they are now doing their homework.”
He nodded. “Good.” But now he was having second thoughts. Maybe he should forget going to get a beer with Amanda and stay and see what Mr. Escalade was after. But he didn’t want to, so decided after his date with Amanda he’d swing by Sophia’s house once again and get the license number.
“Do you want to ride with me?” He had no idea why he proposed that, and he knew he sounded just plain stupid by that suggestion.
“No, thank you, I have to get my car home.”
Yep, she looked at him like he was a goof for suggesting that. Clearing his throat he looked back at Sophia’s house and tried another suggestion.
“How about I follow you home, we drop off your car then we head out?”
“Tell you what . . .” She did it again. That biting her bottom lip thing. “Why not come over to my place for that beer?” After watching his face, she quickly added, “The kids will be busy doing their homework upstairs. And I have either Corona or Budweiser, I think.”
“Sounds good, but I don’t want to disrupt anything at your house.”
“I promise you won’t be an interruption at my house. You’ll be a welcome distraction.” Her eyes sparkled. “For me, that is.”
“Only if you say so.” He put his hands on her car door, readying to shut it. “Drive slow. I’ll follow you.”
Amanda nodded and he pushed her door close.
Walking to his car, he mentally noted as many details as he could of the black Caddie parked across the street. He got lucky―he’d made out the numbers after all. License BFTL569.
BravoFrankTangoLima569. Oh hell, what was F? All that came to mind was Frank, so he used that. BFTL569. Brand spanking new black four-door Escalade. He’d call it in before he parked the car at Amanda’s place. His buddies in the police force were life savers when it came to checking out this type of shit.
After driving for a few minutes, he figured no time like the present and dialed Jeremy.
Jeremy picked on the first ring. “Hey, asshole. Where’ve ya been?”
“Busy working, dickhead, where do you think?” Ryder growled into the phone. Jeremy Coolman was one of his best
“What’s close to your house?”
“Oh yes, that would be better. How about The Library? It’s about ten miles from my house. Does that work for you?” She nibbled on her lower lip. “Let me call my kiddos real fast, just so they know where I am. They should be home.”
Amanda skimmed her teeth across her plump pink bottom lip and Ryder lowered his lids. A hunger that he hadn’t had in a long while, struck him hard. To steady himself, he looked out at the street across from Edgington’s property and shook his head. Was his reaction to this woman so intense because he hadn’t gotten laid in a while? Soft conversational murmurs drifted over to him just as he noticed an SUV sitting idly beside the curb. Someone was in the driver’s seat― clearly a silhouette―yet the figure in the front seat stood rod still.
Never moved an inch.
Running his hand through his short dark hair, he pulled down his brows. Something wasn’t right; he felt it in his bones. Who would be casing-out Sophia Edgington’s mansion? Squinting again, he tried to make out the car. Looked like a Cadillac Escalade. He rubbed the back of his neck again. Was it her ex-husband having someone watch Sophia’s house or a perpetrator intending to rob it?
Ah hell . Was she right? Would Parker Edgington stalk her? Shit, and here he blew off that notion because he thought she was using that as an excuse to get him to accompany her to all of her events. Now, he felt like a pathetic, egotistical jerk. When he didn’t hear Amanda’s soft undertones anymore, he turned around just as she clicked her phone off.
“All okay at home?”
“Yep, kids ate already, I left them a casserole since I was out and they are now doing their homework.”
He nodded. “Good.” But now he was having second thoughts. Maybe he should forget going to get a beer with Amanda and stay and see what Mr. Escalade was after. But he didn’t want to, so decided after his date with Amanda he’d swing by Sophia’s house once again and get the license number.
“Do you want to ride with me?” He had no idea why he proposed that, and he knew he sounded just plain stupid by that suggestion.
“No, thank you, I have to get my car home.”
Yep, she looked at him like he was a goof for suggesting that. Clearing his throat he looked back at Sophia’s house and tried another suggestion.
“How about I follow you home, we drop off your car then we head out?”
“Tell you what . . .” She did it again. That biting her bottom lip thing. “Why not come over to my place for that beer?” After watching his face, she quickly added, “The kids will be busy doing their homework upstairs. And I have either Corona or Budweiser, I think.”
“Sounds good, but I don’t want to disrupt anything at your house.”
“I promise you won’t be an interruption at my house. You’ll be a welcome distraction.” Her eyes sparkled. “For me, that is.”
“Only if you say so.” He put his hands on her car door, readying to shut it. “Drive slow. I’ll follow you.”
Amanda nodded and he pushed her door close.
Walking to his car, he mentally noted as many details as he could of the black Caddie parked across the street. He got lucky―he’d made out the numbers after all. License BFTL569.
BravoFrankTangoLima569. Oh hell, what was F? All that came to mind was Frank, so he used that. BFTL569. Brand spanking new black four-door Escalade. He’d call it in before he parked the car at Amanda’s place. His buddies in the police force were life savers when it came to checking out this type of shit.
After driving for a few minutes, he figured no time like the present and dialed Jeremy.
Jeremy picked on the first ring. “Hey, asshole. Where’ve ya been?”
“Busy working, dickhead, where do you think?” Ryder growled into the phone. Jeremy Coolman was one of his best