Unbelievably, as far as Nicky
was concerned, Delores Kensington was waiting for them when he and Declan
deplaned at the airport. Declan grabbed his arm, pulling him past her without a
word of greeting. Nicky would have laughed at the look on her face if the
moment hadn’t been so fraught with tension.
“Declan stop where you are,”
Delores called out, seemingly not caring she was suddenly the focus of
attention from several bystanders as she strode quickly after her son.
Declan turned, fury on his
face. “I’m back, mother, and I’m going home. I don’t want to hear one more word
from you. Oh, and mother, my lover is going with me.” He pointedly wrapped his
arm around Nicky’s waist then kissed him soundly.
“How dare you!” she sputtered.
Breaking the kiss, Declan
shot her a look of disgust. “I’m of age, Nicky’s of age, if we want to fuck
each other it is none of your business. Now butt out of my life.” He started to
turn away then added maliciously, “By the way, my father sends his love. Not!”
“You didn’t just say that,”
Nicky whispered as the walked away.
“I did. She deserved it, the
bitch.” Declan’s lips pressed together in anger.
“On that I’m in total
agreement.”
* * * *
Declan threw himself down on
the sofa the minute they were inside the apartment, not even bothering to do
more than drop his bag on the floor by the door. His actions surprised Nicky
even though he understood the reason.
“So, what are we going to do
now?” Nicky asked, sitting down beside Declan.
“Find the perfect woman, and
this time it’ll be someone her age.”
“Makes sense to me.”
Declan turned to glare at
him. Then his glance softened. “I was going to say something nasty, but you
don’t deserve it.”
Nicky smiled in reply,
certain Declan meant that just as it sounded, but he couldn’t help but hope
there was an underlying implication. He wanted to be important to this man
whose life he seemed to be sharing. Important for himself, not just as someone
Declan took to his bed, and on his killing sprees.
Returning to what he’d been
talking about, Declan said, “The problem is finding her. Women like that don’t
hang out at clubs or bars.”
“No, they go to country
clubs, fancy restaurants and charity events, the same places your mother does.
And I’d be willing to bet separating one of them from her husband and friends won’t
be easy.” Nicky chewed his lip thoughtfully. “There’s always what you did with
the one woman, catcher her off guard at home.”
“That’s true. That’s very
true. The only problem is, I want someone like mother and getting onto the
property where they live would be risky at best. The rich aren’t fools, Nicky.
You should see the protections on Reginald’s house and grounds.”
“Then we go back to plan
‘A’, figure out how to get our target away from all her friends at some party.”
“Hang on a second.” Declan
sounded excited. “We’re being stupid.”
“We’re tired and pissed, I
think stupid comes with the territory in this case.”
“No, I mean it. I know these
people, well some of them, thanks to mother’s Sunday luncheons.”
“And? You can’t exactly
kidnap one of them from there.”
“No…but…if I could get one
of them to come to me…”
“How would you manage it?”
“That, my dear boy, is what I
have to figure out.”
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