Original Match [Ménage.com 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Peyton Elizabeth Read Free Book Online Page A

chair from Ian. He was still hard, but Shea seemed too preoccupied to notice.
    When Gray had first taken this office, it was Beth who had suggested he have a sitting area with a coffee table to make business discussions a little more casual when the meeting required it. His office was big enough, so Gray had let Beth choose the décor, which he admitted fit perfectly with his personality. The black leather was classic, along with the black-rimmed coffee table that contained a glass middle. He just hadn’t realized how far apart the furniture was, because he suddenly felt too far away from her.
    “There is no one who would do something like that. I was telling your brother that I think maybe someone mistakenly thought it was someone else’s car.” Shea hesitated, and Gray was curious about what she was holding back. He didn’t have to wait long. “I do have an ex-boyfriend, but it’s been years. And since he was the one who wanted out, trust me, it wasn’t him.”
    “What about a fan that has—well, not the best intentions toward you? The words ‘you’re mine’ seem to indicate that he thinks there’s a relationship where there is none.”
    “Since our target audience is women, I highly doubt that would happen.”
    “It could be a woman,” Ian offered, shrugging his shoulders. “You never know.”
    “I would find it odd that they would wait until I’m in the city, when they would have much better access to me in my hometown.” Gray was grateful to finally see Shea relax a bit and lean back against the couch. She had even let go of her ring. “That’s why it has to be a mistake.”
    Gray’s intercom beeped, causing him to stand and walk over to his desk. “Yes, Lucy?”
    “An Officer Foster is here to see you.”
    “Please send him on back,” Gray ordered. He turned back to face Shea. “Brad is a very good family friend.”
    There was a firm knock on the door, and then it swung open. Brad Foster was their age, having attended the same high school. Their families had been friends for years. He was African American, had a lean body that was now in uniform, and was happily sporting his new wedding ring.
    “Brad, good to see you, although I wish it was under better circumstances.” Gray shook hands with Brad and motioned him toward Shea, who was now standing alongside Ian. He took a second to appreciate the vision they made, loving the thought of making her theirs. “Brad, this is Shea Brennan. Shea, this is Officer Brad Foster.”
    “It’s nice to meet you,” Shea said. “Thank you for coming here, although I would have come to the station.”
    “No worries, ma’am.” Brad turned to Ian, pumped his hand, and slapped his shoulder. “These two are good friends, and they know they can call me at any time. Gray did inform me of the location of your vehicle, and I have a crime scene unit processing the scene. I’ll take a walk over there myself after I take your report.”
    “Well, I’m not sure how much I can add to what you already know.”
    They had all taken their seats, but Gray made sure that Brad took the chair so that he was able to sit beside Shea. Her light lavender scene was intoxicating, and he took a deep breath. She must be wearing some type of lotion, because he had never smelled a perfume so perfect.
    “Then let me start by asking you a few questions.” Brad pulled out a small pad from his breast pocket, along with a pen. “What time did you arrive in Chicago?”
    “My meeting with Ian and Gray started at ten o’clock, so I arrived around nine forty. I wanted to make sure I had a little leeway in case I couldn’t find a parking spot.”
    “Did you notice anything unusual when you parked? Or anything out of the ordinary when you walked from the garage to the building?”
    “No, nothing,” Shea replied, shaking her head. “It wasn’t until Ian walked me to the parking garage that I saw the words sprayed across my car.”
    “I know this is a personal question, but it