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waiting to hear another man’s name on her lips.
    “Have you ever killed anyone?”
    Telling her a lie would lose her forever. He’d be as honest as legally possible. “Allegedly.”
    She blinked, lips slightly parted and started to speak, but he placed a finger to her mouth.
    “Self-defense." He shot a slanted glance in her direction. "Who told you this?”
    “My…my, my sister…Morgan,” she stammered, eyes wide, trying to step away from him.
    He locked arms around her waist. “Tell Morgan, next time to read the entire report. Carjack me and my mother and you get whatever I decide to deal.”
    Kenya relaxed a fraction under his grip, her lips twisted thoughtfully. “That’s why you didn’t like when I checked your background.” She played her fingers over his tie, tracing the knot. “How old were you?”
    “Fourteen, soon after we moved here to America. I wasn’t born here, Kenya. I could’ve been deported.”
    She pushed her foot between his, agitated. A sliver of doubt sat in her eyes. It didn’t take long for her to question her suspicions. “The article I looked at, said you weren’t a teen, Jonathan. It was recent. The article reported your accountant and a few men working on your estate had turned up missing.”
    "My estate is in a rural area. There's wooded land for miles. I had to hire rangers to patrol the mountains for that reason. People go missing, or go out fishing in the Atlantic, and never return. Because many live off the river surrounding my land, the officials question me and my staff. It's life in a farming community."
    "So they just accused you of murder?"
    "Like you're doing right now?" He scrubbed a hand through his hair. “I’m not a boy scout, Kenya. I've done things I'm not proud of, and something’s, quite frankly, I am proud of. I protect what’s mine.” 
    Kenya's mouth fell slack. Every movement caught his eyes. Her thumb burrowing the center of her palm said she knew exactly what he’d meant. 
    "If you want to leave, I can't make you stay.” He waited to see her reaction. His world consisted of violent situations and if she couldn’t deal he needed to know. "I need your help, and if you're willing, I'd appreciate it."
    She dropped her head to his shoulder. “How do I let her do these things to me?”
    “What’s between you and Morgan?” Her sister had an unhealthy hold on Kenya.
    She lifted her face, apprehension played behind her soft eyes. “Our biological mother, Momma’s youngest sister, died giving birth to me. Our father couldn’t handle us after that. Morgan’s blamed me for her death and Daddy leaving all my life.” She pressed a hand down her thighs. “Katherine and Marcus, my adoptive parents, who also happen to be my aunt and uncle, took us in immediately from the hospital…we’ve been their children ever since.”
    All of her tense reactions to his family issues made complete sense now. “I guess we both have sore moments in our lives.”
    “I guess so,” she whispered looking off toward nothing in thought.
    He clapped his hands together and blew out a stream of air in exasperation. “Alright…we’re having dinner as ex-lovers pretending to be just friends.”
    “Pretending,” her tone incredulous, she then offered him a weak smile. “Ex-lovers, Jonathan it’s not a death sentence to be friends. You have to admit, we had fun together in the mountains.”
    He ran a finger over the pearls around her neck, then stepped away from the temptation of her mouth. She wasn’t ex-anything in his book. At the cabinet, he grabbed two glasses, setting them on the counter.
    He held on to the knob on the cabinet, listening to Kenya shuffle things on the counter. Neither addressed the true reason she’d left him, but she was staying and he’d get to the truth before the night was over. His shoulders relaxed.
    “I need your assistance with the situation with the farms in Ireland.”
    She spoke over her shoulder, “The problem with the