chapter 24
Vince couldn’t take it in. He couldn’t believe what had been going on around him, that Charley had kept something so important from him, and the fact she’d felt unable to talk to him about it stung in a way he couldn’t describe.
‘I’m your husband, Charley. We aren’t supposed to have secrets; you’re supposed to be able to talk to me. About anything. I don’t understand…’
‘I couldn’t, Vince. And it’s the fact you’re my husband that meant I couldn’t tell you about any of this. Because I love you, so much. I know Jimmy Cash, remember? He’s a dangerous man, and everyone I love who tries to help me where Jimmy’s concerned gets hurt. I lose them, Vince. Look what happened to Terry.’
Charley still couldn’t forget what India’s brother had done all those years ago. The way he’d tried everything he could to get her away from Jimmy and a life she hated, a life that was killing her. He’d risked so much because he’d loved her, and in the end he’d lost his life because of it. Because of her. Which is why she’d made sure that Jimmy had stayed behind bars for as long as he could; it was what he deserved. But he was obviously a man who bore grudges, and now – almost fourteen years later – she was getting payback she didn’t deserve.
‘I’m not Terry,’ Vince said quietly, staring down at the headline above a semi-naked picture of Charley, the same picture that was splashed across the front pages of at least three newspapers: “Beverly Hills Businesswoman’s shameful porn past”.
‘It’s too dangerous, Vince.’
He stood up, throwing the newspapers aside. ‘So, what did you think you were gonna do, huh? Handle Jimmy Cash all on your own? Is that what you thought you could do? Did you think you could just talk to him and he’d go away and forget everything?’
‘Of course not…’
‘What, then? Come on, Charley. What did you think you could do?’
‘I don’t know, okay?’ she shouted, every ounce of frustration and fear she’d been feeling over these past few weeks suddenly bubbling to the surface, exploding out of her like some uncontrollable volcano. ‘I don’t f*cking know! I was confused and frightened and… Jesus, I don’t know! He turned up at the salon in L.A., he issued veiled threats… I was scared, Vince. But more than anything I was scared for you and for Lily, scared that he’d try and hurt you…’
‘And keeping it from me was going to help that threat go away, was it? What the hell were you playing at, Charley?’
She sat down on the sofa, her head in her hands, too tired to argue anymore. She should have told him, simple as that. And then maybe this mess wouldn’t be quite as bad as it was certainly turning out to be.
Vince sighed, sitting down beside her. ‘Look, I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for shouting, I’m sorry, but… it’s the shock, Charley. That you can keep something so f*cking important from me – your husband. Someone who loves you. Someone who will do anything they can to keep you safe.’
‘I just didn’t think,’ she whispered, scared to even look at him, the guilt was too overwhelming.
‘No. You didn’t. But at least now I know why you’ve been acting so strangely. I thought you were having some kind of affair, I mean, you were getting real close to Kenny…’ A sudden realisation hit Vince head on and he looked at her. ‘You told Kenny about this, didn’t you?’
Charley felt her stomach lurch. ‘I had to tell someone, Vince.’
‘Jesus Christ, Charley. Then that someone should have been me! Why the f*ck did you tell Kenny?’
‘Because he’s been through this before. That’s the only reason, believe me. He’s been through this before.’
‘You should have told me.’ Vince stood up, pacing the floor, unable to take any more of this in. What the hell else was going to come out? He’d thought the crap going on around India, Dominic and Michael was bad enough, but this was just unbelievable! He couldn’t get his head around any of it.
Walking over to the window he looked out across the town he loved, trying to focus, trying to think of what to do next but for a man usually so in control he felt a little out of it right now. And he had to shake that off, he had to get his head together, and fast.
‘Okay. Look, this is what we’ll do.’ He turned round, facing Charley again. ‘I’ll get in contact with my lawyers, try and get this shit stopped. Then we contact the police…’
‘No!’ Charley almost jumped up out of her seat, a look of total fear passing across her pretty face. ‘No, Vince. Not the police, please. This is Jimmy Cash we’re talking about. If you contact the police…’
‘This is gonna end, Charley. Do you hear me? That man is not walking back into our lives and dragging up a past that you don’t need to revisit. I won’t let him do that. So it ends. Right here. It f*cking ends.’
***
‘I had a call from my lawyer today,’ JJ said, smiling at Ellie as she ran towards him, throwing herself into his arms. India had taken her to the beach for the day with her brother, and whilst Ethan had now gone to Reece and Martha’s for the night, she was returning their very tired but very happy daughter to her father. ‘Have you spoken to yours?’
‘Yesterday.’ India looked at her little girl as she snuggled in against JJ’s legs, clinging onto him as he stroked her hair.
The image of her father, with the same dark hair and the same brown eyes, she was the most incredible little thing, a real daddy’s girl. And that’s what worried India more than anything. Oh, not that she was a daddy’s girl, that wasn’t the problem. JJ loved their daughter more than life itself, and Ellie loved him back like he was the most precious thing in the world to her, which he was. She was just a baby, only three-years-old, so of course her daddy was precious to her. No, what worried India was that Ellie would somehow become distanced from her, become too attached to JJ. After all, she was away so much these days, whereas JJ was the one constant thing in her life. Her daddy, not her mum.
‘What’s up?’ JJ asked, watching Ellie as she ran off in the direction of the living room, climbing up onto the sofa, curling up in the corner of it to watch cartoons on the TV above the fireplace. ‘You look as though you’re somewhere else.’
India sighed, leaning back against the wall, pushing a hand through her loose blond hair. ‘And that’s the problem, isn’t it?’
JJ looked slightly puzzled, narrowing his eyes but half smiling at her. ‘What is?’
‘I’m always somewhere else. Always away from my kids… Maybe Michael’s right…’
‘Michael? When did you speak to Michael? I thought he was still in Vegas.’
India looked at him, raising her eyebrows. ‘Come on, Joe. You know Michael better than that. After everything that’s happened no way is he going to stay in a different state.’
‘So, what happened then?’
‘He turned up at the beach house last night,’ she sighed. ‘Uninvited, trying to excuse his involvement in any of what’s gone on… at one point he all but accused me of neglecting my kids.’ She looked down at the ground for a second before turning her attention to Ellie, who was laughing that beautiful baby laugh at something on the TV screen, singing along to a song that was playing. ‘And maybe he’s right, y’know? Maybe I do neglect them.’
‘Hey, come on. Come on, come here.’ JJ pulled her into his arms, holding her close as she felt stupid, unwanted tears start to fall down her face. She shouldn’t be crying, she should be getting a grip and sorting out her life. Again. ‘You don’t neglect the kids, and you know that.’
‘Do I?’ She pulled away slightly, looking up into his beautiful dark eyes. Eyes she’d once loved beyond belief, and she just wished she really knew why she’d let their marriage break down the way it had. But then, she’d always known why. Because, at the back of her mind, there was always Michael Walsh. And he got in the way of everything.
‘Yeah, you do.’ He tilted up her chin, making her look into his eyes, gently brushing away the tears from her damp cheeks. ‘Now, come on. You don’t want Ellie to see her mom upset, do you?’
She shook her head, trying to smile, but in reality she just felt exhausted. Her emotions were wrecked, the confusion too much to take in.
‘You’re a great mom, do you hear me? The kids – they’re Hollywood kids, baby. They know no different.’
‘That’s not an excuse, Joe. I should be there for them.’
‘Will you quit listening to anything Michael tells you? He’s trying to wear you down, honey. Trying to make you believe everything he says is true, and you don’t need that. Get strong, will you? Forget him.’
‘That’s easier said than done though, isn’t it? When I’ve still got to work with him, still got be around him.’
‘He’s your director, India. He’s not your husband anymore.’
‘He’s still Ethan’s father.’
‘And for over six years he was Ethan’s father without you ever going near him.’
She pulled away from him, following him into the kitchen. ‘Yeah, but Ethan’s used to seeing us around each other now. If I suddenly shut Michael out of my life again, what’s that going to do to him?’
JJ just looked at her as he tidied away the debris left over from lunch, saying nothing.
‘What’s that look for?’ she asked, catching sight of him staring at her.
‘Is this really about Michael?’
‘What do you mean?’
JJ slammed the dishwasher door shut and leant back against it, folding his arms. ‘Or is it more about the newest addition to the Walsh clan?’
‘This has got nothing to do with Dominic.’
JJ just raised an eyebrow, which irritated India slightly, but she let it go. ‘Look, I spoke to my lawyer, and the divorce… it should be final in a matter of days.’
‘And is that what you really want?’
‘We’ve been through this, Joe. It’s for the best.’
‘For who, India?’
She threw her head back and sighed heavily. ‘Joe. Please. I’ve got enough to deal with.’
‘This is the end of our marriage we’re talking about here. Surely that’s something that shouldn’t just be swept under the carpet?’
‘You don’t need me or this baggage I constantly carry around with me, Joe.’
‘Self-pity doesn’t suit you, India. And don’t tell me what I need, okay?’
She pushed a hand through her hair, turning away from him for a second.
‘But maybe what you need is some stability,’ JJ said quietly, his voice softer now. ‘Because it seems to me that it’s something you don’t appear willing to give yourself.’
She turned round and grabbed her bag, pushing her sunglasses down over her eyes, checking her phone for any messages. A dozen or so from Dominic that she hadn’t yet read, and one from Michael explaining the new shooting schedule. She had to smile at that one. Complicated to the end, her ex-husband. One minute he’s begging her to come back to him and the next he’s all business-as-usual, cold as ice.
‘Okay, I’m out of here.’
‘Going out tonight?’ JJ asked, still leaning back against the dishwasher, his arms still folded. She could feel the defensive attitude emanating out of him from across the other side of the kitchen. Was this what she did to every man she became involved with? Turn them from kind and loving into cold and suspicious?
She didn’t look at him and she didn’t remove her dark glasses. She just put her phone back into her bag, walked over to her daughter and kissed the top of her head, ruffling her long dark hair. ‘You look after daddy for me, okay, baby?’
Ellie nodded, kneeling up to give India a big hug before settling herself back down in front of the TV.
‘I’ll tell my lawyer to go ahead then.’ JJ said, watching her as she put up that movie-star front she always adopted when she needed something to hide behind.
She nodded, walking over to him and standing up on tip-toes to kiss him quickly, letting that just-put-up front slip, just for a second. Then she was gone. Leaving JJ in no doubt that he’d lost his wife, for good. Even though there was no doubt in his mind that, as far as moving on from her past was concerned, India hadn’t even started.
***
Dominic walked along the busy Las Vegas Strip, hands deep in his pockets, his head down, nothing but a cap and dark glasses disguising who he was as he made his way through the throng of people spending a warm and humid night out on the streets of SinCity. Tourists, locals, workers – it was another busy Vegas evening and he hoped he was doing nothing but blending into the background as he made his way past the brightly lit hotels and casinos on his way to a bar he always favoured when he was in town.
He could have stayed in The Amber Palace, ordered room service, kept out of the way, but he’d needed to get out, to think about things away from the stunning but vast and empty suite he called home at the minute. And vast and empty it may be, but it still managed to make him feel claustrophobic. But even the bars and clubs within The Amber Palace weren’t an option for him right now, not when every reporter and paparazzo in town were on constant vigil of the place.
Maybe staying in Vegas hadn’t been the smartest of ideas, and Dominic couldn’t pretend there hadn’t been many times over the past few days when he hadn’t wanted to get on a plane and head off to L.A., but without a clear idea of what he really wanted to say to India, following her there wasn’t something he’d been willing to do. Although he ached to see her, to explain things to her properly, and knowing she was there in Malibu, with Kenny, doing God knows what, it killed him. All he felt was frustration and anger and a sense of total helplessness at being in the midst of a situation he’d caused, but had no idea how to rectify.
He knew Michael had gone after her, and that hadn’t surprised him. It hadn’t worried him, either. India was smart enough to handle her ex-husband; she wasn’t going back there, he was confident of that. What he wasn’t so confident about was her coming back to him. To think that he’d blown it, it was too much to take in. Along with everything else that was going on.
The press and media were everywhere, questions being thrown at him every time he moved, none of which he was willing to answer. The whole situation was a subject he didn’t feel much like talking about. Michael Walsh was his father, so what? He didn’t care about any of that, but as far as the Hollywood gossip machine was concerned it was the only thing worth talking about right now – that, and both his and his father’s relationship with India, the woman Hollywood had taken to their hearts for almost two decades now, put up there on a pedestal. The Queen of the Rom Com, the darling of the movie world; the Princess of Tinsel Town. They loved her, but what they didn’t love was people hurting her. And that’s exactly what he’d done. He’d hurt their English Princess, and nobody liked that.
He crossed the road, keeping his head down as the fountains outside The Bellagio kicked into action opposite. The music and lights accompanying the show seemed to be doing a great job of distracting anyone in the large crowd of tourists who may otherwise have recognised him, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He’d needed the fresh air, but what he didn’t need was any hassle.
Pulling his cap down over his eyes he looked up only to find a cab he could hail, thankful that one turned up within seconds. He jumped in and asked the driver to take him to the bar on Tropicana Avenue, keeping his cap pulled down over his eyes, which were still covered by his dark glasses, and that probably drew more attention towards him than he needed, but he really didn’t want to risk being recognised or questioned. Not tonight. He just wanted time to sit and think, time to work out what he had to do next. And thanks to the still-busy traffic crawling along The Strip he had plenty of that and, thankfully, a cab driver who seemed to sense that he wanted to be left alone.
Reaching the bar he paid the driver, left the cab and walked through the doors into a place that instantly relaxed him. The music was loud, the beer was always good, and the people here tended to leave him alone and he hoped that – despite all the drama going on around him – they’d still do that tonight.
‘Hey, Mr MacDonald!’ the bartender smiled, automatically pulling him a beer from the draught pump, handing it to him and waving away Dominic’s attempts to pay. ‘This one’s on the house.’
Dominic smiled his thanks, taking a long drink and removing his cap, but leaving his dark glasses where they were. He was taking no chances.
‘I’m assuming you’re wanting a little bit of peace tonight, huh?’ the bartender said, wiping down the counter in front of Dominic.
He looked up and nodded. ‘Got it in one.’
‘I’m guessing things are pretty crazy at the minute.’
‘You could say that, yeah,’ Dominic sighed.
The bartender looked over towards the back of the bar and signalled to someone. A large well-built man with an abundance of tattoos all over his hugely-muscled arms came forward from the shadows and nodded at the bartender as he indicated Dominic. ‘DC’ll look after you. Don’t worry. Nobody’ll bother you in here.’
Dominic took another drink, turning round to see DC fall back into the shadows, but he knew he’d be there, watching anyone who came close. DC was a familiar face to people around here. Nobody messed with him, and although Dominic wasn’t one for bodyguards and security everywhere he went, right now he was grateful the option was there.
He took his cell phone out of his pocket and checked for messages, but there were none waiting for him. No new voicemails, nothing. India was ignoring every attempt he was making to get in touch and he felt his stomach sink at the lack of replies to his countless text messages. He felt about sixteen, being rejected by the most beautiful and most popular girl in High School. And it hurt.
He took another long drink, almost downing the beer in a couple of mouthfuls as he took a quick look around the place. It was busy, but not overcrowded. Loud rock music blared out from concealed speakers in the walls as around him people talked in voices raised so they could be heard above the noise, the sound of pool balls knocking against each other coming from the floor above, accompanied by laughter and jeering.
Against his better judgement – but alcohol on an empty stomach was already taking effect – he typed out another quick text to India, pressing send before he could change his mind. But the second he’d done it he regretted it. Sighing heavily he put his head in his hands, pushing them back through his hair.
‘Everything okay?’ the bartender asked, sliding a shot of vodka towards him. ‘Here. You look as though you could do with this.’
Dominic looked at the glass for a second before reaching out and picking it up, knocking the shot back in one without flinching, slamming it back down on the bar in front of an impressed bartender.
‘Whoa! You really did need that, didn’t you?’
Dominic wiped his hand with the back of his mouth. ‘No, I’ll tell you what I really need…’ He looked around again, just to make sure DC was still on duty and nobody was too close. He couldn’t risk any more gossip getting out. But he kind of needed to do this, even if it was just to let off steam.
He looked at the bartender, who raised his eyebrows, giving Dominic a knowing smile.
‘Give me five minutes. I can get you the perfect girl. Clean, discreet, and sexy-as-hell.’
Dominic doubted that, because as far as he was concerned there was no-one as sexy as India. But she wasn’t here, and he needed something. Something to take his mind off her for just a few hours. And anyway, for all he knew she could be doing exactly the same thing with Kenny Ross, so why shouldn’t he kick back too?
‘You can use one of the rooms out back. Okay?’
Dominic nodded, giving the bartender a smile of thanks. Tonight was all about forgetting, because tomorrow she was due back in Vegas. But until then he was determined to play, even if he wasn’t entirely sure he was going to enjoy it.
***
‘What’s up?’ India asked Kenny, walking out onto the decking, running her hands through her just-out-of-the-shower damp hair. ‘Is something wrong?’
She sat down beside him as he handed her a newspaper, the headline regarding Charley’s porn-star past screaming out at her in bold black letters. India closed her eyes and breathed out slowly as every memory of her late brother flooded her head – how he’d tried so hard to save Charley from that life, with no regard for the consequences. Consequences that both she and Charley had had to live with ever since.
‘Jimmy Cash is back on the scene?’ she asked, although it was almost definitely a rhetorical question. That headline told her everything she needed to know.
Kenny nodded, pushing a hand through his black hair, staring out at the almost-still ocean in front of him, the beach now quiet as the day got ready to end.
India put the newspaper down and looked at Kenny. ‘Poor Charley… no wonder she’s been distracted.’ She continued to stare at Kenny, who was finding it difficult to meet her eyes. ‘You knew about this, didn’t you?’
He nodded again, still unable to look at her.
‘Kenny, how long? How long have you known about this?’
He clasped his hands together between his open knees, staring down at the ground. ‘She needed to confide in someone. She was going crazy…’
‘What about Vince? Why couldn’t she talk to him?’
This time Kenny looked up, his eyes meeting hers. ‘You know why. If she’d told Vince he’d have gone out there all-guns-blazing, and who knows what would have happened. Jimmy Cash is a dangerous man, as you well know.’
‘So, it’s okay to put you in that danger then, is it?’
‘India, come on, she had to talk to someone.’
‘Anyway…’ India sighed, ‘… that’s all academic, isn’t it? It’s out there, in the open. Vince must know everything by now.’ She looked down at the newspaper, at the picture of her friend back in the days when she’d lost her way, when she’d been involved in a world she should never have gone near with people she should never have become involved with, because it was those people who’d murdered her brother. All because he’d tried to save Charley from that world. And those people. ‘Why is he doing this to her, Kenny?’
‘I don’t know. Some kind of sick revenge? Who knows with a man like Jimmy Cash. He’s a psycho, but he’s a f*cking clever psycho.’
‘Is she scared?’
‘Yeah, of course she’s scared. But not just for herself.’
‘Do you really think he’d target other people? Just to get back at Charley?’
Kenny looked at her, reaching out to take her hand, giving it a quick squeeze, knowing she knew the answer to that one without him having to tell her. What had happened to Terry had been testament to that. ‘I really don’t know, India. Nobody does. But it certainly looks as though Mr Cash is trying to make some kind of a point.’
He handed her another newspaper, one which detailed every porn movie Charley had ever made under Jimmy’s guidance, and how Jimmy had released them all online via a website that had been set up, giving anyone and everyone access to a past Charley had tried so hard to forget.
‘Jesus Christ… I had no idea…’ India said quietly. ‘Surely… surely Vince can put a stop to this, Kenny? Surely he can take some kind of legal advice? I mean, Vince he… he knows people.’
‘I’m sure he does, baby. And, as far as I know, because I spoke to Charley earlier today, he’s talking to his lawyers as we speak, trying to find out just what they can do, but… it’s out there now, isn’t it? Even taking down the website, applying as many injunctions as you like – people will have seen it all, won’t they? And if they haven’t seen it for themselves they’ll probably know someone who has. Come on, India. You know better than anyone what the Hollywood gossip grapevine is like. And… well, all of that, it happened, didn’t it? That was who Charley was; she just didn’t need reminding of it.’
‘No. She didn’t. None of us did.’ India looked at Kenny again, his gaze fixed on the now-darkening sky, the breaking of the waves practically the only sound that could be heard on the almost deserted beach. ‘Exactly what kind of support did you offer her, Kenny?’
He swung round to look at India, the expression on his face telling her everything she needed to know. ‘I don’t…’
‘No, you do understand, Kenny, so don’t lie to me. It’s all suddenly starting to make sense now. The looks you two were sharing, the way you were acting around each other… Did you sleep with her?’
He couldn’t say anything. He’d been stupid to think this could have been kept a secret, especially from India. He just hoped that Vince wasn’t quite so inquisitive.
‘Kenny? Oh, God, you did, didn’t you? You slept with her!’
‘It was a mistake, India…’
‘You’re telling me it was a mistake! Jesus, if Vince finds out…’
‘He doesn’t need to know, India.’
‘Too f*cking right he doesn’t! This could ruin everything for Charley, more than any newspaper exposé could. What in the world was she playing at? What were you both playing at? No, don’t answer that. I really don’t want to know.’
‘It was just a distraction, that’s all.’
‘That’s all? A distraction?’
‘She needed to forget for a little while, forget everything that was going on… and so did I.’
‘So did you? What the hell were you trying to forget?’
He looked at her, his dark eyes boring right into hers. ‘You.’
She couldn’t say anything for a second. It suddenly felt as though history was repeating itself from all angles and if she opened her mouth she couldn’t promise she wouldn’t say something she’d regret.
Kenny stood up, sighing heavily as he pushed his hands through his hair. ‘I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.’
‘No. Maybe you shouldn’t.’ She looked up at him. ‘And maybe we shouldn’t have come here. If I’d thought for one minute you still felt…’ She trailed off, staring out into the distance, the beach now dark and eerie as night descended, casting its shadows over the tranquil setting, making everything feel slightly more oppressive than it had been before. ‘I still need you, Kenny. I’ll always need you. Always, but…’
He sat back down beside her, both of them now staring into the darkness.
‘And I’ll always be there, India. I will always be there, no matter what. I’ve told you that all along, and I’ve always meant it.’
‘It isn’t fair on you though, is it? Me asking you to drop everything every time I mess things up, which, let’s be honest, is frequently. It isn’t fair. And I’m sorry I judged you… What happened with Charley… I had no right, not really. Considering the things I’ve done over the years. It’s just that, she went through so much crap because of her past, and Vince was the one who really helped her to move on, y’know? To finally see that she could have a future worth carrying on for. They’re so perfect together, and I just don’t want her to lose that. Because I’m frightened that, if she does, she’ll go back to everything that was bad for her, Kenny. That’s what scares me.’
‘She’s not stupid, India. She knows the pitfalls, she… It was wrong, an out-of-character mistake, and it won’t happen again. That situation, it made us act crazy. It meant nothing. She loves Vince, believe me. She loves him so much.’
India lay back on the decking, exhaustion suddenly washing over her like a blanket of tiredness as she stared up at the stars twinkling above her in the clear black sky.
‘Jesus, between the two of us me and Charley are giving the media one hell of a lot to work with right now. They must think all their Christmases have come at once.’
Kenny lay down beside her, clasping his hands over his chest as he too stared up at the stars. ‘How do you feel about going back to Vegas tomorrow?’
She shrugged, her eyes following a shooting star as it flew across the sky, almost as if it had been fired from some kind of intergalactic catapult. ‘It’s just something I have to deal with.’
‘You want to see Dominic again though, don’t you?’
She didn’t reply, her eyes still following the star, a ridiculously anxious feeling shooting across her chest as it disappeared from view.
‘You’ve missed him, haven’t you?’
She felt tears start to prick the back of her eyes and she closed them tightly, trying to stop the tears from falling. This was crazy! She hadn’t missed him, she hated him. He’d used her in some stupid game against Michael and she’d let herself fall for him, but she had to be strong now. She had to be.
‘India, look at me. Come on.’
She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at Kenny, who was smiling that smile that always made her smile back, no matter how bad she was feeling.
‘You can tell me, y’know. You can tell me anything.’
‘I know,’ she whispered, taking the hand he held out for her, the touch of his fingers wrapping around hers making her feel safe and warm, and happy. Kenny always made her feel happy. Maybe that’s why she needed him around so much because, when he wasn’t around, that’s when she messed up. ‘And, yeah. I miss him. Okay? I miss him. Or I miss what I thought we had, I’m not really sure…’
Kenny squeezed her hand again, both of them staring into the other’s eyes, so many silent messages passing between them it made India feel dizzy. But she was tired, emotionally drained. She needed to sleep. Finding out about Charley and Jimmy Cash, that had all but finished her off. She just wanted to get into bed and get a good night’s sleep before she flew back to Vegas in the morning.
‘Are you coming back with me, Kenny? To Vegas?’
He smiled again, his fingers curling tighter around hers. ‘Yeah. Of course I am. Just try and stop me. I need to be there for my favourite girl, don’t I? Make sure she’s alright.’
She reached out with her other hand and gently stroked his cheek, running her fingers over his mouth, his bearded chin, all the time still staring into his eyes. ‘Yeah, you do. Because I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t around.’
‘You’d survive,’ he smiled, unable to take his eyes off her.
‘Maybe,’ she whispered, the air now heavy with an atmosphere that hadn’t been there before, and India knew it was the right moment to call time on this, before it led to something it shouldn’t.
She let go of him, pulling herself up and dusting herself down and he stood up too, quickly grabbing her hand before she could disappear back inside.
‘I meant it, India. What I said.’
She didn’t pull away, she just looked back into those dark and beautiful eyes, loving him so much in a way she just couldn’t explain, and that had been the problem for almost two decades now. When it came to Kenny, she couldn’t really explain much.
‘I will always be there for you, baby. No matter what.’
And, as she smiled again, looking deep into the only eyes she could ever really trust, she knew for sure that Kenny Ross had been the one constant thing in her life for nearly twenty years, and that was never going to change. Ever.
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- Cover Of Night
- Death Angel
- Loving Evangeline(Patterson-Cannon Family series #1)
- A Billionaire's Redemption
- A Beautiful Forever
- A Bad Boy is Good to Find
- A Calculated Seduction
- A Changing Land
- A Christmas Night to Remember
- A Clandestine Corporate Affair
- A Convenient Proposal
- A Cowboy in Manhattan
- A Cowgirl's Secret
- A Daddy for Jacoby
- A Daring Liaison
- A Dark Sicilian Secret
- A Dash of Scandal
- A Different Kind of Forever
- A Facade to Shatter
- A Family of Their Own
- A Father's Name
- A Forever Christmas
- A Dishonorable Knight
- A Gentleman Never Tells
- A Greek Escape
- A Headstrong Woman
- A Hunger for the Forbidden
- A Knight in Central Park
- A Knight of Passion
- A Lady Under Siege
- A Legacy of Secrets
- A Life More Complete
- A Lily Among Thorns
- A Masquerade in the Moonlight
- At Last (The Idle Point, Maine Stories)
- A Little Bit Sinful
- A Rich Man's Whim
- A Price Worth Paying
- An Inheritance of Shame
- A Shadow of Guilt
- After Hours (InterMix)
- A Whisper of Disgrace
- A Scandal in the Headlines
- All the Right Moves
- A Summer to Remember
- A Wedding In Springtime
- Affairs of State
- A Midsummer Night's Demon
- A Passion for Pleasure
- A Touch of Notoriety
- A Profiler's Case for Seduction
- A Very Exclusive Engagement
- After the Fall
- Along Came Trouble
- And the Miss Ran Away With the Rake
- And Then She Fell
- Anything but Vanilla
- Anything for Her
- Anything You Can Do
- Assumed Identity
- Atonement
- Awakening Book One of the Trust Series
- A Moment on the Lips
- A Most Dangerous Profession
- A Mother's Homecoming