One More Kiss (Forsaken Sons Book 1) by Elizabeth Lennox (summer beach reads .txt) 📗

turned, finding a woman with curly, copper hair, bright green eyes, and the most beautiful pale skin she’d ever seen.  Seeing the woman, Kinsley felt…drab and boring.  The woman wore a pair of jeans that hugged her figure, but weren’t too tight.  Her tee shirt showed off her amazing figure and the leather jacket seemed to add panache to her overall image that Kinsley couldn’t even imagine being able to pull off.  If she wore that outfit, Kinsley would look…silly.

Smoothing a hand down over her plain black skirt and cream, silk blouse, she wished that she’d chosen something more glamorous today.  Unfortunately, Kinsley didn’t know how to do glamorous.  She was just…tidy.  Yes, that was the word most people used to describe her.  In the past, Kinsley hadn’t minded being described as “tidy”.  But standing next to this copper-haired beauty that made jeans and a tee-shirt look cool, Kinsley desperately wanted to be something other than tidy.

“Yes, how can I help you?” she asked, trying to be polite.  But it was an effort.

“I’m Frankie Winward,” the gorgeous woman explained, pulling a business card out of her pocket and extending it to Kinsley.  “I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time.”

Kinsley sighed.  “If you are trying to get an interview with Lincoln Meyers, don’t bother.”  She grabbed the cups of coffee once again and started heading out of the coffee shop, the woman following beside her.  “I could tell you that he’ll get back to you, or that we can schedule something for the future, but that would be a lie.  Lincoln Meyers doesn’t do interviews.”

“I’m not,” the woman, Frankie, assured her, adding a disarming smile to her denial.  Then she laughed, lifting a shoulder slightly when Kinsley stopped at her tidy, silver Prius.  “Well, actually, I do.  But not an interview, actually. I’m not a reporter.” She offered the card again.

Kinsley ignored the woman’s business card, shaking her head.  “I need to get to work.”

The woman hurried alongside Kinsley, not giving up.  “I don’t want an interview with Mr. Meyers.  I want to set up an interview between Mr. Meyers and his father.”

That stopped Kinsley in her tracks.  Father?  Lincoln had only mentioned a mother! “I’m sorry?”

Frankie smiled again, feeling a jolt of triumph as this lovely, blue eyed woman stopped, blinking in confusion.  “I’m a private investigator.  A man named Edward Meyers hired me and he’s trying to locate his children.  Apparently, he has three sons. I believe that Lincoln Meyers might be one of them.”

“His father?” the pretty brunette echoed blankly.

Frankie nodded, assessing the woman standing in front of her.  She was very pretty in a classy way.  Frankie felt a bit…clumsy next to her.  And those sharp, blue eyes didn’t seem to miss a single detail.

“Yes.  Edward Meyers fathered three boys.  Well,” she scoffed, then remembered she was supposed to be professional and caught herself.  “Three that he knows about.”

The brunette gasped, pulling back slightly.  “That’s horrible!”

“I agree,” she replied, but Frankie thought the man’s actions were despicable.  Not the fact that he’d become estranged from his sons.  That wasn’t entirely accurate though.  The horrible part was the bastard father who had abandoned his children.  “There is a very large inheritance at stake.  He wishes to pass his legacy on to his sons.  He has terminal cancer, so there isn’t much time.”

Frankie saw the concern in the brunette’s eyes and knew that she had gotten through.  Which was a miracle, since she’d been calling the man’s office for the past week, only to be put off by this same woman.

The woman nodded, efficiently balancing the two cups of coffee as she pressed the button to unlock her car.  “I’ll talk to Lin…um, Mr. Meyers and will let you know.”  She reached out with two spare fingers and Frankie slipped her business card between them.

Frankie smiled.  “That’s all I can ask.  Thank you.”

Kinsley watched the woman, wishing that she could sway her hips with that kind of come-get-me-if-you-dare sort of ‘tude.  The woman was gorgeous and…nice.

With a sigh, she opened the car door, settled into the driver’s seat, and headed for the warehouse.  As soon as she entered the building, Kinsley spotted Lincoln already hard at work.  She didn’t disturb him, but quietly placed the cup of coffee by his elbow and slipped into her office.

As she sat down at her desk, she saw the flashing at the bottom of her computer screen.  It was a text message from Lincoln.  All it said was, “Thanks.”  Kinsley smiled and got to work, feeling a warm glow of…happiness?  No, that was silly.  She couldn’t feel a surge of happiness simply because he politely thanked her for a cup of coffee.

It was just coffee, she told herself and settled in to work.  Yep, caffeine was a glorious thing.

Lincoln stared at the cup of coffee.  He wasn’t a huge coffee drinker, but he liked a cup or two each morning.  But this cup was somehow better than the coffee in the small kitchen.  It didn’t taste any different.  Lincoln had his housekeeper stock the kitchen with an excellent brand of coffee beans.  But for some reason, this coffee was…better than normal.

Setting it aside, he continued working.  But he kept replaying the image of Kinsley walking tentatively into his workroom, looking nervous about bringing him a cup of coffee.  She’d carefully set it down and left, trying so hard not to disturb him.

Obviously, she had no idea how much she disturbed him every damn day!  Every time she walked into the building, he paused to watch the security monitors.  He loved seeing her energy as she got out of her car and the cute way she bumped her hip against the door of her conservative Prius to close it.  He thought of that hip bump as her saucy escape from her normally sedate, professional demeanor.