Dalton didn’t say anything for a minute. “Tell me what you’ve found out so far, and this time I am interested in what you’re thinking.”
So now he’s interested in my mind and not my body. Jules smiled at the thought and told him just what she’d deciphered from the police report so far. “The former cop in me thinks it’s clearly a cover-up, but there’s no way to prove it. I intend to take a road trip later today and visit Imerson’s wife, Leigh. She moved away not long after the accident.”
“To where?”
“Steeplechase. I want to see if perhaps there’s another file somewhere, or if he mentioned anything about the case to her.”
“Sounds like you’re going to be busy today, but then so am I. I’ve called Jace and Caden for a meeting at my place this morning at eight.”
Jules’s brows drew together. “Why?”
Dalton released a deep sigh. “It seems that the trade-secret scandal is deeper than we assumed.”
“How so?”
Dalton shared with Jules what Percy had told him just that night. “Wow,” she said, shaking her head. “When will it end?”
“Don’t know. As long as there’s greed in the world, people will do what they think they need to do to get rich quickly and illegally.” He glanced at his watch. “Time sure flies when you’re indulging in pleasure.”
Jules chuckled. “Is that your way of saying it’s time for you to leave?”
Dalton grinned. “I’m sure Stonewall wishes that was the case.”
Jules sat up straight. “Stonewall? Stonewall followed you here?”
“Yes.”
“And he’s sitting out in front of my place?”
“More than likely. It’s a wonder he didn’t break the door down all those times you screamed. I guess he could decipher an ‘I need help’ scream from an ‘I’m having an orgasm’ scream.”
Jules frowned over at him. “I can’t believe you allowed him to follow you here.”
“Baby, he’s the one who led me. I didn’t know where you lived.”
Jules’s frown deepened. “And he did?”
“Obviously. I’m here, aren’t I?”
She opened her mouth to say something about him being a smart-ass, when she suddenly found herself lifted into his arms when he stood up. “Show me your bedroom, Jules.”
“What if I told you I don’t want to?”
“Then I would be forced to make you change your mind.”
“Think you can?”
“Think I can’t?”
She drew back and stared up into his face. “Your arrogance is showing, Dalton.”
He gave her that smile that made her heart go thump. “We’re wasting time, Jules. You have a busy day ahead of you, and so do I. So what do you say?”
She couldn’t say anything with the feel of his erection pressing against her buttocks. “I don’t think you can make me change my mind, but now is not a good time to prove it.”
Twenty-Five
“Just when I hoped we had put the trade-secret scandal to rest and we could turn our attention to getting Dad out of prison, this happens,” Jace said in disgust, pacing Dalton’s living-room floor.
“We’ll get Dad out of prison—nothing about that has changed,” Dalton said, taking a sip of his coffee. “Especially since...”
When he stopped talking in midsentence and began studying the contents in his coffee cup, Caden asked, “Especially what, Dalton?”
“Nothing.”
Jace’s and Caden’s gazes met again, and Dalton knew he’d almost made a slip. He’d promised Jules he wouldn’t let anyone know of her involvement in investigating their dad’s case just yet. “So what do we do about what Percy told me?”
“Percy Johnson,” Caden said thoughtfully. “He was a couple of years behind me in school, but I remember him. Great quarterback. And you hired him to work for us?”
“Yes, and I’m glad I did.”
“I’m glad you did, too,” Shana said. She had begun pacing when Jace stopped.