“Right now, Canyon, I’m not discounting anything. By the time I reached the area where the car was supposed to be, you had taken matters into your own hands and run the guy off. I should have known it was too much to expect a Westmoreland to do what he was told.”
“Whatever,” Canyon said, shoving his hands into his pockets and then releasing a deep breath. “So what’s next?”
“We’re still looking for the vehicle. I’m going to pull the videos from the red-light cameras and traffic-surveillance cameras in the area. I hope they’ll reveal something. Although we already know the license plate was stolen and the car was a black Ford sedan, if we have a picture of the vehicle itself we can determine if there are any dents or scratches that might make the car stand out. If there are, then it will make locating the vehicle easier. I want to find the person who did this.”
“So do I.”
Keisha and Pete looked at Canyon. It wasn’t what he’d said, but how he’d said it, in a low, threatening tone. In a way, she wasn’t surprised by his reaction. She’d felt the intense anger radiating from Canyon as he’d gone from room to room with her. She’d felt the hostility even more when he’d seen the senseless destruction in her and Beau’s bedrooms.
Instead of either of them addressing what Canyon had said, Pete looked over at her. “I wouldn’t advise you to stay here tonight. Whoever did this was able to bypass your security system.”
“She won’t be staying here,” Canyon said before she could respond. “She’s coming with me and will be staying at my place for a while.”
“That’s a good idea,” Pete said as if that settled it.
It didn’t. “Whoa. Wait a minute. I won’t stay here, but I’m checking into a hotel,” Keisha said.
Canyon looked at her. “No, you’re not.”
She placed her hands on her hips, stiffened her spine and narrowed her eyes at him. “Yes, I am.”
“No, you’re not.”
Pete cleared his throat. “I’ll let you two hash out those details without me. But if you remember anything at all, Ms. Ashford, call the precinct. Detective Ervin Render will be handling your case.” Pete quickly left, as if he didn’t want to get in the line of fire.
Even before Pete had cleared the doorway that separated the kitchen from the dining room, Keisha turned back to Canyon. “Now, wait just a damn minute, Canyon Westmoreland. Why should I stay with you when I can stay at a hotel? Besides, what I do or where I go is none of your business, so back off.”
Hearing her sharp tone, any sane man would not have hesitated to do what she’d suggested. However, instead of backing off, Canyon took a step forward. The fierce expression on his face and the laser-sharp look in his eyes had her dropping her hands to her sides.
“Probably, if it was just you, I might back off, Keisha, since your decision about me three years ago proved just how little trust you have in me. You had the gall to believe I would admit to loving you and then sleep with another woman...in your bed.”
She tightened her hands into fists at her sides. “I know what I saw, Canyon.”
His eyes flared with anger. “And just what did you see? Did you see me screwing Bonita? Wrapped in her arms or she in mine? No. What you saw was me, naked except for the towel wrapped around my waist, stepping out of the bathroom from my shower to find Bonita lying in your bed.”
Keisha’s own anger escalated. “She was naked!”
“I saw that fact at the same time you did. I told you what happened. Bonita came by your place looking for you minutes after I got in from the gym. She was upset about some argument she’d had with her fiancé, Grant Palmer, and I offered her a drink to calm her down. She asked me to share it with her and I saw no reason not to. Afterward, she thanked me, said she needed to pull herself together and asked if she could stay for a few minutes because she was too upset to drive home. I told her yes, but that I needed to take a shower. I expected her to be gone when I got out of the bathroom, because she’d said she would be.”
He paused a moment and then added, “I had no idea she had stripped off her clothes and gotten into your bed until I walked out and saw you standing in the middle of the bedroom with an accusing look in your eyes. I told you the truth. But you didn’t believe me. You preferred believing the lie your friend Bonita told you instead.”
“Why would she lie about it? She was engaged to marry Grant.”
“Maybe that’s a question for you to figure out since Bonita isn’t around any longer to provide answers.”
His remark was a stark reminder that Bonita had been killed last year in an early-morning pileup on Interstate 70, an accident that had killed ten people.
“I’m not going to waste time discussing our dramatic past,” Canyon interrupted her thoughts to say. “What I am going to discuss is my son...a son I didn’t know I had, dammit. And if you want to go sleep in a hotel room tonight without all the facts about who’s trying to scare you enough to follow you home and then do this,” he said, gesturing to the mess in her kitchen, “then go right ahead. But my son won’t be going with you.”
“Who the hell do you think you are telling me where my son won’t be going?” she asked, taking a step closer and getting in his face.
“His father. And I think once you put your misplaced hatred for me aside, you’ll agree that both of you going to Westmoreland Country would be the best thing. Would you feel safe living here?”
She tempered her anger somewhat as she took in his words. “I said I would go to a hotel.”
“And what if the person finds out where you’re staying? You still don’t know why you’re being targeted. Hell, you don’t even know if it’s a man or a woman. I’d think you would care about Beau’s life even if you want to take chances with your own.”
Keisha nibbled her bottom lip. Was Canyon deliberately trying to put the fear of God in her? She drew in a deep breath and glanced around. All it took was one look at her kitchen and the memory of the condition of the other rooms in her house. Canyon was right. Until she found out who’d done this and who had been following her earlier that day, she needed to do everything she could to keep Beau safe. And he would be safe with Canyon.
But what about her? She knew Canyon would never hurt her physically, but what about emotionally? It seemed he was still proclaiming his innocence as if she was supposed to believe him. She knew what she’d seen that night.
Keisha remembered Bonita’s tearful admission that she and Canyon hadn’t meant to sleep together. It had just happened. Bonita had gone to Keisha’s place looking for her friend after a tiff she’d had with Grant, only to discover that Keisha hadn’t yet returned from her out-of-town trip.
Bonita had been upset and to calm her down Canyon had given her something to drink, which he’d shared with her. They’d both drunk themselves silly and the next thing Bonita knew they were having sex on the floor in the living room. Canyon had taken a shower afterward and had asked Bonita to wait for him in bed.
And that was when Keisha had returned unexpectedly to find Bonita naked in bed and Canyon walking out of the bathroom wearing a towel around his middle.
Oh, he had pretended to be just as shocked as she’d been to see a naked Bonita, but Keisha hadn’t bought his story then and she wasn’t buying it now. There had been two empty wineglasses and Bonita’s clothes had been thrown on the floor all over the place, corroborating Bonita’s story.
But what if there was a smidgen of truth in what he’d said just now? What if the scene had been cunningly crafted by Bonita?
“It’s getting late, Keisha, and we need to leave here,” Canyon said, interrupting her thoughts.
Keisha