by Kira Chase
PARTNERS: DECEPTION
by
Kira Chase
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Cover Artist: Kelly Martin
Editor: Merrylee Lanehart
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2 IN 1 Partners
Partners: The Wrong Corpse & Partners: The Other Woman
Chapter 1
“It was a beautiful wedding, Kate,” Frankie Barker said to the bride who also happened to be one of her and her partner Johanna Obrien's best friends. They'd met Kate Allen when she'd become a deputy for the local Sheriff, George Ryker. They'd been surprised when Kate Allen had managed to capture Arlan Paton's heart. They'd never been overly fond of Arlan until Kate came on the scene and had brought out the sensitive qualities he'd kept hidden from everyone. Frankie and Johanna soon realized what Kate had seen in him from the beginning and now loved him as much as they did Kate.
“Thanks to you and Johanna,” Kate said, giving her a quick hug.
“So, how does it feel to be Mrs. Arlan Paton?” Johanna asked.
Kate grinned. “It's the best feeling in the world.” She ran a hand through her short blonde hair. “I never dreamed I could be so happy.”
“You and Arlan deserve the best,” Frankie said. “Looks like your groom is having a good time with your family.”
“They love him. He's finally got the family he always wanted.” She watched as her new husband moved toward them. “I think we're getting ready to leave.”
“Thank you for everything, Frankie and Johanna,” Arlan said as he joined them. He gave them a hug.
“You know there's nothing we wouldn't do for you two,” Johanna replied. “Have a safe and wonderful honeymoon.”
“We will.”
They watched as Kate and Arlan said their goodbyes to everyone, waved, and then entered the limo hired to drive them to the airport.
Frankie squeezed Johanna's hand. “I'm not finished celebrating,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “You might be surprised yourself tonight.”
Johanna lifted an eyebrow. “What have you been up to?”
“You'll find out.”
* * * *
“Let me get the lights,” Frankie said as she and Johanna entered their house. She took Johanna's hand. “Now for the rest of the celebration, come this way. I have a surprise for you.” She led her to the hallway where a trail of rose petals led to their bedroom door.
Johanna's hand flew to her mouth as she looked down the hall. “How did you do this without me knowing?”
Frankie smiled. “It wasn't easy. I thought for certain you'd find out. I had to rush while you were loading the car this morning.” She took Johanna's hand and led her down the hall to their bedroom door. “The best is yet to come.” She slowly opened the door and flicked on the light switch.
The soft glow from the bedside lamp cast a warm sensual light over the bed where a large heart formed from rose petals lay in the center of the bed. Johanna entered the room and stood staring at the bed. “It's beautiful,” she whispered.
“Nothing's too good for you.” Frankie walked around the room lighting candles, and then came back to where Johanna stood. She took her in her arms. “Have I told you lately how much I love you?” she whispered.
“Every day you show me,” Johanna replied in a choked voice. “I love you so much, Frankie.”
Frankie swept Johanna's long auburn hair from her shoulder and kissed her deeply while her hands reached behind Johanna and slowly, sensuously slid the zipper of Johanna's dress down. She gently pushed the dress over Johanna's shoulders. Frankie kissed her firm shoulders as her hands slid the dress down Johanna's curvy body. She then took her time removing the rest of Johanna's clothing. Johanna moaned softly as Frankie held her naked body close and kissed her intensely.
“I want you, baby,” Johanna whispered breathlessly.
“You have me,” Frankie whispered back as she nudged Johanna toward the bed. “But tonight is all about you.” She quickly removed her own clothes and then climbed on top of the bed next to Johanna. She kissed Johanna again and then reached into a drawer of the bedside table to retrieve a bottle of oil. “Time for your massage.”
“Sounds wonderful.” Johanna rolled onto her stomach. Frankie poured some of the oil into her hands, rubbed them together, and then tenderly placed her hands on Johanna's shoulders. She leaned down and blew slightly on the back of Johanna's neck while she massaged her shoulders.
“That feels so good,” Johanna murmured.
Frankie moved her hands down the middle of Johanna's back, taking her time to massage the oil into her smooth flesh. When Frankie reached Johanna's ass, she poured a little more oil into her hand and then made sweeping circles over each cheek for several minutes.
When Johanna started to roll over, Frankie stopped her. “I'm not finished,” she said in a low voice. She reached back into the bedside table drawer and removed a double tipped dildo. She strapped it on and then cupped Johanna's ass in her hands. “Up on all fours.”
After Johanna complied with Frankie's request, Frankie slowly entered her. She moved leisurely in and out. With one hand, she rubbed Johanna's vagina for a full minute and then inserted a finger.
“How does that feel?” Frankie asked close to her ear.
Johanna shuddered. “Like I never want you to stop.”
“We have all night,” Frankie promised.
* * * *
“I'm exhausted,” Frankie said the following morning as she lay on her back in bed.
Johanna propped herself on an elbow and stared down at her. “Are you really exhausted?” she asked as she slipped a hand between Frankie's thighs.
“I think I'm coming awake.” She smiled. “So, what do you have in mind?”
For the answer, Johanna plunged a finger deep inside of Frankie.
“Ahh,” Frankie moaned spreading her legs wider. She drew Johanna close, sweeping her hair back from her brow. She caught Johanna's bottom lip softly between her teeth as Johanna plunged a second finger inside her.
Frankie thrust her hips plunging the fingers even deeper inside of her as her tongue sought Johanna's. Johanna moaned softly as Frankie's hands found her heaving, aching breasts.
Chapter 2
“What's on the schedule today?” Frankie asked leaning back in her chair as her eyes admiringly drifted over Johanna's trim, fit body. Johanna was attired in a pair of brown dre
ss slacks and a form-fitting short-sleeved blouse. Her feet normally clad in heels were today adorned in flats. Frankie wore a pair of jeans and a red blouse. On her feet, she wore her favorite boots. She, unlike Johanna, hated wearing skirts and dresses and only did when absolutely necessary. Their desks faced one another with chairs on each side for clients.
“Let's see,” Johanna said as she flipped through the appointment book. “A few summons to deliver for George. And, as usual, a pile of paperwork to finish before the end of the month.” She peered at Frankie.
Frankie rolled her eyes. “Ah, the dreaded paperwork.”
Johanna laughed. “What would you do without me to do it?”
Frankie rubbed her chin. “Hey, I do my fair share.”
Johanna screwed up her face. “Only when forced.”
Frankie smiled. “Okay. I'll give you that. But if you weren't so damned good at it, I'd offer to do more.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere, my love.”
“Really?” She cocked an eye. “Usually it gets me exactly what I want.”
Johanna slowly shook her head back and forth. “And you have a one track mind.”
“Sorry, babe, but when I'm near you, how can I think of anything else?”
Johanna grinned. “The feeling's mutual.” She lifted an eyebrow. “But now we'd better get to work or we won't be able to pay the bills.”
“Just wait until tonight,” Frankie said with a sly wink.
“I swear. You are insatiable.”
“Only since the day I met you.” Frankie licked her lips. “I love running my hands over your naked flesh and feeling you squirm under me.”
Johanna swallowed hard. “I swear, if it wasn't broad daylight I'd whip everything off my desk and take you right now.”
Frankie cocked an eye. “Now who's insatiable?”
Johanna laughed softly. “Okay. We're even.” The phone buzzed and Johanna picked it up. “Hi, Trey. Calm down and tell me what's wrong.”
Frankie immediately leaned forward and looked at Johanna. Trey Daniels was one of their closest friends. They'd met him after they'd quit the Philadelphia police force and moved to Charlestown where they purchased twenty acres, built their dream home, rented an office in a strip mall sandwiched between a coffee shop and hair salon and hung out their sign: Obrien and Barker Private Investigators.
“Does Will know?” Johanna asked.
Frankie's curiosity was piqued. She wished Johanna had put the phone on speaker. She couldn't read much in Johanna's expression and hoped there wasn't a problem between Trey and Will. Will Benjamin was not only Trey's life partner, but business partner as well. Trey owned a landscaping business, over the years had expanded it, and now had added an entire crew to run most of it while he got his new construction business off the ground.
“Okay. We'll see what we can find out. I'll talk to you later, Trey. No, don't worry. We won't let Will know.” She hung up the phone.
“I hope it's not trouble in paradise,” Frankie said.
“No. It's nothing like that. Trey wants us to do a thorough background check on an old friend of Will's.”
“Why?”
“Will wants to hire a friend of his as a financial advisor to work inside of Trey's company.”
“Don't they already have an accountant?” Frankie lifted an eyebrow. “Trey's not big enough to need a business financial advisor, is he?”
“Yes, they have an accountant, but Will thinks they can use a financial advisor for investments since they've tripled their assets in the past few years.”
“Again, unless Trey has suddenly come into a large inheritance, every dime he makes goes back into the business. I never heard of him making any huge investments because just like us he has a private investment firm to take care of everything he needs. If he was a super mega business I could see it, but he only has a handful of people taking care of the payroll and assorted office duties.” She paused. “Why would Will offer a friend a position that doesn't exist?”
Johanna frowned. “I don't know. Trey didn't come right out and say it, but I can hear in his voice that he's concerned about this friend.”
“Could Trey be jealous?”
“I don't think so.”
Frankie was thoughtful for a minute. “How do you think Will is going feel about Trey having a secret background check done on his friend? By the way, you never told me his name.”
“It's Kyle Martin,” Johanna replied. “I would think that Will wouldn't take the background check personally since it's standard procedure. After all, if he's going to be working with the finances of the company he'll have to be bonded.”
“But the position doesn't exist. Or is Trey going to make a position?”
Johanna shrugged. “He didn't say.”
Frankie frowned. “Well, how about if I start a general search to begin with on Kyle Martin while you begin the paperwork?”
“Do I have a choice?” Johanna asked with a playful scowl.
Frankie grinned. “What do you think?”
* * * *
Two hours later Frankie shoved her chair back and stood. “Want some coffee? I'll make a fresh pot.”
Johanna yawned as she looked up from her computer screen. She leisurely stretched out her arms. “Not right now, thanks.” She glanced at the wall clock. “Why don't we grab an early lunch, then stop at the Sheriff's Office and pick up the summonses?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Let me file these first.” Johanna rose, grabbed a stack of folders from the top of her desk and then walked to the back wall of the office where six filing cabinets were situated under a long counter. She placed the files on the counter and then bent down and pulled open the top file drawer on the first filing cabinet to place the folders inside. She stood, turned, and faced Frankie. “So, did you find anything unusual about Kyle Martin?”
“No.” She sighed. “I think I need to dig deeper.”
“Because?”
“Because I could find very little on him.”
“Maybe there's nothing to find,” Johanna reasoned. “Did you consider that?”
“Maybe, but my gut tells me different.” Frankie tugged on her chin.
“Just because he's not socially active on the Internet? Maybe he's not into social media.”
“It's not just that. I find it odd that he's worked for several companies, but never stayed for more than a year at any of them. Don't you find that unusual?”
“Not really. Maybe those positions weren't the right fit for him,” Johanna offered.
Frankie ran a hand through her brunette hair. “No, I don't buy it. Something just doesn't feel right. I'm going to do more digging and find out what Kyle Martin is hiding.”
“What makes you think he's hiding anything?”
“Just a hunch. I've got an idea. Let's arrange a private meeting with Trey without Will.”
“Why?” Johanna pursed her lips. “Trey only asked for a background check. We'll do a more thorough search later. If Kyle has any kind of criminal record, we'll delve deeper into it.”
Frankie's eyes clouded. “Something doesn't add up. Kyle's too young to have held that many jobs. I need to find out if he left these jobs of his own accord or was fired.”
“In any case, he was obviously bonded so I doubt there was anything sinister going on.” She smiled. “I think you're looking for something that doesn't exist. This is just a simple request like hundreds of other background searches we've done for our clients.”
Frankie was silent for a minute before responding. “Or maybe Kyle Martin is covering his tracks. Maybe that's why he's keeping a low profile as far as any social media is concerned.”
“Or maybe he doesn't care to be involved with social media.” Johanna threw her head back and laughed. “Nothing like condemning a man you know nothing about. That's not like you.”
“Well, obviously Trey is concerned or he wouldn't have called you and asked us to do a check. You said so yourself.”
Now it was Johanna's turn to pause. “Okay, you have me there. Except he would have eventually asked us to do a background check. He did when he hired his accountant. Remember?”
“Yes, but this is different. He didn't go out looking for a financial advisor for his company. Will wants him to add a new position and hire someone he's never met. It just seems odd, that's all.”
Johanna walked back to her desk. “Did you learn anything about Kyle's personal life?”
“Not much there either. No mention of a wife or kids. Maybe he's gay?”
Johanna thought about Frankie's question for a minute. “I don't know,” she finally said. “If he is, then maybe Will and Kyle had a past relationship and Trey is afraid something will rekindle.”
Frankie looked into Johanna's eyes. “Face it. We're both on the same page and will do everything possible to protect Trey no matter what is going on.”
Johanna nodded. “But I don't think Will would deliberately hurt him either, Frankie.”
“Neither do I, but until we find out more about Kyle Martin, Trey should hold off hiring him.”
“I agree,” Johanna said. “It's going to be hard getting Trey alone to question him about our concerns, so why don't I call him and invite him to have lunch with us if he can get away?”
“That's a great idea. Where do you want to go?”
“How about that diner over on Fourth Street?” She paused. “What's the name of it?”
“Betty's Place,” Frankie replied.
“That's right. We haven't been there for a while.”
“Give Trey a call to see if he can meet us at Betty's in half an hour.”
* * * *
“I'm glad you could get away, Trey,” Johanna said with a bright smile.
Trey slid into the red padded vinyl seat across from Frankie and Johanna. “Did you find something on Kyle?” he asked hopefully. “Is that why you wanted to meet?”
