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by KB Winters


  She smirked at me. “You’re impossible.”

  I smiled at her, my mind still racing through the memories from the night before. I’d knelt before the bed, her thighs parted wide, and buried my face between them. I could still remember the first taste.

  Perfection.

  “So what’s the plan now?” Gemma asked, dragging me out of my musings.

  I stiffened in my chair. I knew—and hated—the answer. “I gotta figure out what the fuck to do about O’Keefe.”

  “Right…” Gemma frowned. “Any ideas?”

  “I haven’t had a lot of time to think about it since last night. I was a little…distracted.”

  “Focus, Rosen,” she said, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She drank from her insulated cup and gave me a playful roll of her eyes.

  “I don’t see that I have much of a choice. I guess I could go to a lawyer, get their advice. With confidentiality laws, I could tell them everything, and see what they would say.”

  “That’s a good idea.”

  “What about you?”

  She groaned and dropped her head back. “I probably should unpack. If I don’t get things organized soon I think I’m going to go full blown crazy.”

  I laughed at her theatrics. “Well let’s get you back to your car. Maybe we can continue our…tour…later tonight when we’ve both got our shit handled.”

  She licked her lips, sending me back into overdrive. “Sounds like a plan.”

  * * * *

  After dropping Gemma back at Harvey’s, I went back to the house, bypassing the museum and the circus spilling out over the parking lot, to study the contract O’Keefe had given me before calling a lawyer to get advice. I had one more full day to figure out what to do but the more I read, the more my wheels were spinning and sputtering.

  I didn’t want to give up the museum. The idea of moving, and getting him to leave the planes alone, was worthy of attention, but the thought of finding a new piece of property—not to mention a new place to live—and moving everything over was not only exhausting, but I knew it would have a steep price tag attached to it as well.

  A move like that could easily sink what profits I’d made in the past year and a half.

  Then there was the idea of calling O’Keefe’s bluff and seeing what would happen if he took the recording to the police and started an investigation into Rick. Even if that turned out well, I knew it wasn’t likely to be O’Keefe’s last trick. He had his sights locked on the museum, and as Talia had warned me, he wasn’t going to give up until he had what he wanted.

  I was at the dining room table, staring at the contracts, when there was a knock at the front door.

  “Just couldn’t get enough…” I said, grinning at the thought of Gemma standing on the other side.

  I could use a distraction. Still smiling, I got up and went to the door. When I pulled it open, there was a woman standing there, but it wasn’t Gemma. It was Frankie, the FAA agent, and two seconds later, her partner, Gary, sauntered up the walk.

  “Afternoon, Rosen, we need to talk to you,” Gary said, joining Frankie on the porch.

  “I thought I told you two any further inquiries needed to go to my lawyer.”

  Gary gave a curt smile. “First of all, you never sent over that information to our office. Second, this isn’t a question. This is something you need to see. We’ve gotten to the bottom of what happened. We know why the plane crashed that night.”

  My heart screeched to a halt, slamming into my ribs. “You what?”

  This was it, the moment I’d have to face the truth.

  “Can we come in?” Frankie asked.

  After another hesitation, I pulled the door open and gestured for them to come in. I led them through the house and into the dining room, just like on their last visit. Once we were all seated around the table, Gary held up a manila envelope. He dug inside and pulled out two 8 x 10 glossy photographs. He set them side by side on the table in front of me.

  I studied the photos of the wreckage and it took me a moment to zero in on what Gary was referring to. When it hit me, I jerked up, my eyes big, as they locked with his.

  He nodded. “That’s right. Your fuel line was tampered with. This wasn’t an accident, Mr. Rosen. This was murder.”

  * * * *

  Continued in Player - The Elite Part Five!

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  About The Author

  KB Winters is a Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author of steamy hot books about Bikers, Billionaires, Bad Boys and Badass Military Men. Just the way you like them. She has an addiction to caffeine, tattoos and hard-bodied alpha males. The men in her books are sexy, protective and sometimes bossy, her ladies are...well...bossier!

  Living in sunny Southern California, with her hot Navy SEAL, best kids on the planet, and most disapproving fur babies, this embarrassingly hopeless romantic writes every chance she gets!

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