Silence Reveals Hidden Answers’ by Michael Anderson novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74

Harvey Prescott.

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“Yeah, just keep a distance but watch her.”

I end the call with my private detective and lean my head back in relief. I finally found her. My mother. I should have known she’d be at some orphanage, getting kids out of bad situations just like she used to at the foster home. Now that I know where she is, I’m bringing her back.

That’s why I had Stella come over today…to check out a space in the house I want to redesign. A space for my mom, if she wants it when I bring her back to the state. I’m not sure why she left the city after taking my

mother’s offer, but I’ll find out soon enough.

Right as I think that’s the end of everything I have to deal with today, a scheduled message from my father’s assistant pings through. Francis wants to see Baxter and me on some specific date. Like I can split myself in

two.

I only spent a few hours at the casino today because I had to meet Jennifer’s dad, Alex. I needed to speak to him, offer another apology. Surprisingly, we talked for a while after I explained myself…made it clear it was never my intention to hurt him. I brought along the idiots who took the questioning too far and made them apologize to his face, too.

But an apology is one thing. His store isn’t going to rebuild itself. I hired a construction team, and we all got our hands dirty clearing the debris from the old shop. Jeremy was already in the process of clearing it, but together we made it faster. Now my hands are more calloused than they’ve been in years.

I move to shut my bedroom window when I see something like a mermaid is cutting through the pool below, swimming like there’s no tomorrow.

Jennifer?

What the hell? It’s freezing cold out there. Does she know she gets fevers easily?

I leave my bedroom and the dark hallways light up automatically on the tiles as I walk toward the blue glow of the pool. When I get close enough to see her head emerge from the water, her body rising up the steps at the shallow end, I slow my pace.

I don’t think she’s seen me yet.

But I can see her. Oh, I can.

She’s wearing the bikini I picked out for her. I knew it would come in handy when I spotted it on the website. It fits her like a second skin. When she squeezes the water from her hair, it streams down the slope of her white boobs and onto her belly.

It’s not the water I give a shit about

Her skin is glowing with that post-swim sheen. Dewy. Warm-looking Edible.

I could out my mouth there. Everywhere. 1 could lick every last dron from her body. Suck her dry until she’s

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warm again. Bury my face between those tits and die happy.

But I’m not her boyfriend anymore.

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She runs her fingers through her wet curls, and it cascades over her body…over those thighs, that flare wide and that ass that makes the bikini bottoms cut into soft flesh.

Hard.

I’m hard.

“What… what are you doing?” Jennifer scowls when she spots me.

g at you.” I grab her robe from the pool bench and walk toward her, holding it out.

“You’re not allowed to look.” She snatches it from me.

Her nipples are peaked, red and hard against the wet fabric. I don’t think she’s a shivering.

~ as she clutches the robe.

“It’s cold. Why are you swimming? You could have asked Elio to fill the hot tub. Last thing I want is you catching a cold.”

“Why do you care if I catch a cold?”

“You’re in my care, Jen.”

She wraps the robe around herself, and for some reason, her face heats up. She can’t look at me.

I’m just realizing it now. Since when does Jennifer avoid my eyes when I’m speaking to her? Oh. Oh.

That’s how she was acting in the gym this morning. And during breakfast. I could see her feasting on me with her eyes when she thought I wasn’t paying attention. But the moment I looked back, she’d break eye contact.

I know what it is.

She’s probably ovulating. That’s the only way I can describe it.

For Jennifer, who just tasted what sex is like and had it ripped away at the earliest stage, it’s like a person becoming a vampire for the first time. The hunger is there, but she doesn’t know how to control it yet. I hate that I did that to her. I really do. I would have wanted her to have it anywhere she wanted, day or night, hell, in a storage room if that’s what she loved.

So now that she’s ovulating, she doesn’t know what to do with herself. Her body knows what she’s missing out on, and it’s my fault.

Wait. Now that I think about it… if she’s that fiery-looking at me eat, unable to meet my eyes at the gym, and now fumbling with her robe ties how horny is she actually? And if I don’t address it where’s the going to get relief? Better not be that fool she was talking to on the phone not long age

“Really? I’m in your care? Are you done caring for the interior designer friend all day**

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I blink. What’s she talking about?

“Stella?” I guess.

“No, Stylus.” She pouts, her bottom lip pushing out.

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Oh. She’s jealous. That makes sense now. Stella doesn’t look like what most people expect from an interior designer, and any woman would probably feel threatened.

“She’s my interior designer.” I say flatly.

“Hmm.”

‘on’t believe me? Jen, I thought I made it clear I’m not chasing other women. I’m focused on you”

I mean it. Her dad looks like he’s forgiving me. He actually gave me a drink while we were working on the debris, and he did it with a smile. So I have a good chance at earning his forgiveness, which means I get to pursue Jennifer again…for the hundredth time.

Now that I’ve told her I’m focused on her, she’s looking at me with her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“Harvey, is that a cut on your hand?!”

Oh. Now that she’s actually looking at me, she notices. It’s just a small scrape from the construction site…. debris, nothing serious. There’s another on my wrist.

“It’s fine. Just a scrape from some debris.” I don’t want to tell her what I’ve been doing with her dad. Not yet.

“A scrape?” Jennifer takes my wrist and examines it. “You should at least put some ointment on it!”

“Okay. I have some in my room.” I say it casually, expecting her to change her mind about helping me now that I’ve mentioned somewhere we could both fall into temptation. But Jennifer looks genuinely worried.

Oh. That means she doesn’t hate me as much as she pretends.

“Come on. Let’s go get it.” She looks up at me.

I’m leaning against a table in my room while she applies the ointment to the cut. To me, it’s nothing.barely worth mentioning. But she’s so focused, so careful. And as she concentrates, I realize there’s no better time to

ask.

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