Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

side of the road and hold her tight. She didn't want him to though, he read that much. She needed time to assimilate what he'd told her.

    "You're absolutely certain?"

    "He told me himself."

    "Mom doesn't know any of this?"

    "No." He brought her hand to his chin and rubbed his jaw back and forth in an effort to o
    c mfort her.

    "Good. I don't want her to ever find out." She looked at him then and he saw raw pain i n
    her eyes. "Can you find out if my birth mother really is dead?"

    "Whitney keeps files, and Lily has access to them using some complicated back door to a computer I don't understand. I'll ask her to start looking. If he has records on you, and I'll ABC Amber LIT Converter
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    She gripped
    h
    his hand tig ter. He felt her in his mind. "Did you kill him? Is that why we had to leave so fast?"

    "I wanted to," he admitted quietly, wishing he could feel remorse or shame. The man was her father. "For a minute I thought I might. But I think he's punished himself more than I ever could. And he does love you, Tansy. He certainly loves his wife."

    "Don't tell me he loves me. He didn't love me."

    I
    " t feels that way right now, baby, but when you look back over the years you had with him, you'll know he couldn't fake the way he treated you. He loved you."

    "But he didn't want to risk what he had to save the rest of the girls, or to find out if my birth mother was alive or dead or even murdered by Whitney." Her fingers fisted in his shirt. "He would have had Fredrickson turn me over to Whitney if I'd gone back."

    "He wouldn't have had a choice. Fredrickson would have been willing to kill everyone to take you back to Whitney."

    "You wouldn't have wanted to kill him if he had been trying to save my mother. You would have understood. It was more than that."

    He didn't know what to say to ease her pain, and he cursed his lack of words when she needed… something . "I'm sorry, Tansy."

    He wished he could take her pain on himself. He would have done anything for her, but instead he could only feel helpless. "I put a pillo uld
    w there between the seats so you co
    lie down if you wanted." He willed her to close her eyes and rest. They had a long day ahead of them and she was worn out.

    Tansy didn't reply, but she did straighten the pillow and lie down, her head against hi s
    hip. He stroked little caresses over her hair while he drove through the night. She didn't sleep for a long time. He had been afraid she'd cry, but when she didn't, it felt worse to him.

    In her mind, Tansy withdrew from him. Even connected as he was, he could feel her huddling in a corner as far from him as possible, too hurt to trust anything or anyone.
    And he couldn't blame her. Don Meadows had been her hero, the man who rescued her from Whitney, and all along he'd been keeping Whitney's dark secret.

    Kadan drove through the night, keeping one hand on her, insisting on the one connection when she was so far away. It took her a couple of hours to drift into a fitful sleep. By h t e
    time he'd pulled up to the house, she was in a much deeper sleep, and he was able to carry her inside and put her on the bed. He stretched out beside her and finally closed his eyes, ABC Amber LIT Converter
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

    Kadan woke with his arms filled with warmth, and the scent of cinnamon and sin surrounding him. His body throbbed with a monster of a hard-on, his cock full to the point of pain as he lay curved around Tansy. He kept very still, breathing through need, disgusted that he could be dripping like a rutting animal, hot and thick, pressed so tight against the soft tempting curve of her bottom, when she was still reeling in shock from the devastating revelations of her father's betrayal.

    What was wrong with him that he couldn't give her the comfort she needed? He pushe d
    his forehead against the back of her silky head, for the first time in his life really wishing he was different. He'd never cared before. It had never mattered to him to articulate his thoughts and feelings to another human being. He had no family or home, and he'd never e
    b lieved he would either. And now here she was, soft and warm and