twinge of guilt scurried up her spine.
Seeing proof of Josh’s death didn’t hurt as much as it should have, as it might have if she’d been a real wife grieving for a real husband. A real wife wouldn’t have wished her husband dead and then tried to erase him from her memory.
Then again, a real husband wouldn’t have hidden his wife from his family or purposely deceived her from the moment they’d met. A real husband wouldn’t have blamed her for losing their baby and then disappeared before she could recover from the shock.
Tears filled Kira’s eyes and she quickly swiped at them before they trickled down her cheeks. A real kick-ass heroine wouldn’t shed a tear over a man who’d done her wrong. She’d work twice as hard to settle the score, regardless of the cost.
“Look, I can understand why you don’t trust me.” Her voice wobbled, but she quickly recovered. “I have proof at my apartment that Josh is my husband.”
“I’m guessing your apartment isn’t in Denver.”
She picked up on his sarcasm and nailed her monotone response. “I live in Kansas City.”
“Of course you do.” His head bobbed up and down. “Why would anything be easy today?”
“You don’t have to help me,” she insisted. “Drop me off at the bus stop and I’ll take care of myself.”
“Yeah, you’ve done a stellar job so far,” he muttered.
“Stellar?” She hadn’t heard that word in forever. Stellar Studio was the place where she and Josh had met. The place he’d considered his second home. Had Dalton used the word as a test?
He glanced her way. “Yesterday’s crossword puzzle. The clue was: exceptionally good. The answer, of course, is stellar.”
“Right.” Her mind latched on to the coincidence, but the turmoil in her belly insisted it was more. Then again, a scoop of granola for breakfast hadn’t fueled her all day.
“We need gas and food.” The way he switched topics confirmed she’d read too much into the word. “There’s a convenience store down the road. We’ll both think more clearly after a snack.”
“Right.” She shifted in her seat.
“Proof of your marriage would help, but I think it’s more important to tell me who’s trying to kill you and how that involves my family.”
“I can tell you what I know. I need a few minutes to process everything that’s happened.” Kira leaned against the headrest and inhaled the scent of leather.
“Fair enough. You’ve got about fifteen minutes to process.” Dalton tapped a knob on the dash and music flooded the car. He adjusted the volume. “And bashing my brother’s memory isn’t an option. I want to hear about your proof.”
“After we get some food. I’m starving.” That was the truth. Forming a sentence without saying anything negative about Josh would test her lying skills. Especially when she was beginning to suspect his connection to Griffin wasn’t as innocent as she’d initially presumed. Not that it mattered, now that he was dead. He wouldn’t be clearing anyone’s name. She shifted the flash drive to a more comfortable position. She had some of the answers, just not all the right questions.
Brother or not, she wouldn’t stop until she’d proved Josh’s deliberate deception and confirmed that Geoff Griffin was behind framing her.
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