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all
this dies down. You take care of Kiel , now. Keep him on the straight
and narrow …”
    “I will.”
    They went their
separate ways; Tierney turned to watch Travers go.
    “He’s the
closest thing to a father I’ve ever had.”
    “That’s rough.
My old man was the affectionate type, made me feel like I was the center of his
universe. My mom was the same way. When they died I thought something was wrong
with the whole deal. I thought I should be dead if they were. Took me years to
get over that feeling.”
    “I don’t like
my parents. I honestly never believed they ever loved me. People shouldn’t have
kids if they’re not willing to nurture them. They should give them to somebody
who cares.”
    He put an arm
about her shoulders. “No use fretting about the past, Tierney. I’ve wallowed in
that cesspool myself. We need a clean, fresh start!”
    “Yeah, we do.
But we have some business to settle first. Are you game, Kiel ?”
    “Whatever you
say, baby. This is your territory. I’m a rookie.”
    “And I’m the
pro? Ha! I’ve been called worse.”
    “You know what
I mean.”
    “I know. I was
only joking. I was thinking we should head to my retreat up in Santa
Barbara . It’s a dreamy place. We can flesh out our plans there … and I
can slip into some of my own clothes. This black nightgown is making me stick
out like Lady Gaga in a church choir!”
    “Lady who?”
    “Wow, you are
out of the loop! Come on!”
    She started to
run towards a taxi parked at the marina clubhouse. He followed her, admiring
the way her round butt jiggled with every barefooted step.
    ***
    Tierney’s
retreat was an ultra-modern beach house with sleek wood floors, glass walls and
a flat, metal roof. Inside she had decorated it in a minimalist, rather Asian
style; the furniture sturdy, functional yet very artistic. The seating was lean
but comfortable. Kiel sank into a black leather sofa; put up his
sore feet and closed his eyes.
    “A man could
get used to this too easily. You know what Travers said, ‘keep him on the
straight and narrow’.”
    “And what does
that mean, anyway? You’re rich too. You’re already used to this lifestyle.”
    “Not really;
most of the time I live on my boat. Before that I had a simple Cape Cod in Virginia , where I lived with Jeri. I rarely visited the
hacienda, it reminded me too much of my folks.”
    Tierney sat
down beside him; handed him an imported beer. He frowned at it, sipped it, set
it on a glass coffee table.
    “Tell me about
her. Was she beautiful?”
    “Sure. Like an
angel. And her heart was good. She wasn’t callous towards one soul, no matter
how they treated her.”
    “You think I’m
callous, towards my parents?”
    “I didn’t say
that.”
    “But you think
it.”
    “I get that you
have this idea about them, how they are, who they are. But people just need a
second chance sometimes, to prove they’re worth knowing.”
    “But what if it
was them that hired those goons to kill me?”
    “Why would
they, Tierney? Be logical.”
    “I don’t have
to be logical. I follow my instincts, and they say I can’t trust them. I’m
going to take a shower. Want to join me?”
    She threw off
the black nightgown, headed bare to the glass shower in the bedroom’s en suite
bath. He shed his clothes, chased her in.
    The water was
gloriously warm and soothing, erasing the tension and fatigue from their
muscles. Kiel soaped her up with a heavenly lavender bath gel;
the scent invigorating and soothing at the same time. They were both slick as
the glass – their bodies slipping against each other, working up a devilish
friction. She rinsed him down with a showerhead then went at him like a starved
cannibal, nibbling, biting, devouring. He had to grab the door handle to keep
from falling as her actions carried him off to a higher plane. He grunted and
hissed and growled and begged for more. But before she could finish he lifted
her, wrapped her soapy hips around his and thrust into her