Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

of the men moved, making it virtually impossible for Tansy to go to him even if she'd been so inclined. Instead she glared at her father. "You're wrong, Dad," Tansy said.
    "Fredrickson was employed by Whitney, not Kadan and his men."

    "Actually, Mr. Meadows," Kadan said, his voice pitched very low. "I'd like to ask you about your relationship with Dr. Whitney."

    There was a small silence. Don's face reddened more, as if his blood pressure was climbing. "That's none of your business."

    Kadan kept silent, simply waiting. The tension in the room grew thick.
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    Sharonpressed a hand to her mouth and shook her head. "We despise Peter Whitney."

    "Sharon." Don's voice was a lash.

    His wife flinched, but she stared at him defiantly. "I said it aloud. I don't care if he knows. I despise the man and want him out of our lives. I want him out of our daughter's life."

    Kadan reached behind him and tangled his fingers with Tansy's. Your mother is telling the truth . He had to give Tansy that much. She was appalled at her father's behavior.
    Appalled and embarrassed that he would dismiss so casually the men who had saved his life. She was also terribly afraid that he was very mixed up in Whitney's business. Kadan wanted her to know that even if her father was guilty, her mother wasn't.

    "Did you know Fredrickson worked for Whitney?"

    Don pressed his lips together in disapproval, refusing to speak.

    Sharonshook her head. "We were so shocked. Whitney is a madman, and he's been attaching himself to our family for years. We hired Fredrickson because Whitney began to scare us—well, scare me. I was afraid of him, and I didn't understand what he wanted from Tansy. He arranged our adoption, and at first I was so grateful, but even when she was little, Tansy didn't like him, and I wanted her to see another doctor for her…
    disorder." She glanced at her daughter in apology, but Tansy was looking at her father with open shock on her face.

    "Why didn't you get another doctor for her?" Kadan asked quietly.

    "That's none of your business!" Don roared. "Sharon. I forbid this. Our private life has nothing to do with these people. You're exhausted and scared. There's no need to continue this discussion right this moment." He looked at Kadan, openly challenging him.
    "Is there? Your men look like they could use a shower and a good night's sleep. You've got blood all over you. I suggest we take this up in the morning."

    He wants the chance to talk to Mom alone and tell her not to say anything to you — or to me. He hired Fredrickson when Mom was so scared for us. He had to have known all along Fredrickson worked for Whitney .

    There was quiet acceptance in Tansy's voice and that hurt more than tears. She didn't need to hear anymore.

    Kadan shrugged. "Good enough. We have a room ready for you. The place is well guarded, Mrs. Meadows, and we've got alarms on all the doors and windows. The phones aren't working at the moment, but we have plenty of food if you get hungry. One of my men will be around, just ask him to show you whatever you need." He took Tansy's hand ABC Amber LIT Converter
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    and tugged. "We'll say good night now."

    She didn't look at either of her parents, but went with him without a word.

CHAPTER TWELVE

    Kadan padded on bare feet out of the bathroom to the bedroom, rubbing his hair with a towel, another slung loosely around his waist. Tansy hadn't said much, other than to order him to go take a shower, once they'd gone to the master bedroom. He wasn't certain what he was going to say to her, or how he would reply when she asked him what he intended to do about her father. He had no acceptable answer to give her.

    He stopped dead when he entered the bedroom. The room was lit with low, flickering candles and smelled like heaven. Tansy sat on the bed naked, only her long hair covering her golden expanse of creamy skin. She looked sexy, a fantasy creature, lifting her eyes to his even as she rolled a bottle of oil between her hands to warm it.

    "Where did you get all this?" He wasn't even certain that was his voice, husky and low and already groaning with de-sire.

    "I have my secrets." She flashed a mysterious smile, tipping her head to one side, her hair sliding over her one shoulder