Page 72 of Chandelier Enthralled

“How is this relevant?”

“He gave me a name.” I studied Greyson carefully. “Dean Hersey.”

His reaction was subtle, but it was enough for me to sense Greyson knew something.

“That’s why I was at that club,” I admitted. “I was following in Dean’s footsteps.”

“Where were you going next?”

“Marina Del Ray. To a yacht club. Same one you’re a member of.”

He widened his eyes. “We should go.”

“Not so fast. Tell me what you know.”

“I know you’re stubborn.”

I moved closer, close enough to stand on my tiptoes and lean in for a kiss, flirting with the man with magnetic chemistry. “I like you.”

“I can see that.”

I stared at his lips. “What else do you know?”

He seemed to mull over his answer for the longest time, and then said, “The morning I came over to your brother’s, the same morning we met again in his kitchen, I was there to talk about an incident.”

“Incident?”

His eyes were brimming with emotion. “My ex-girlfriend was in my swimming pool.”

“Ex?”

“Yes, we were no longer together.”

“You didn’t want her there?”

He brushed his fingers over his face. “She drowned.”

I stepped back, face flushed from misreading him. “Drowned?”

“Yes.”

Then I realized… “Why do you need a lawyer?”

“Why do you think?”

I blinked up at him, heart pounding with the danger of our aloneness. “No one thinks you did it, though, right?” I blurted out, regretting it immediately.

“Those who know me, have no doubt of my innocence.”

“There’s no motive for you to kill her?”

He shrugged a shoulder. “In the interest of honesty, Willa, she was causing some disruption.”

“What kind?”

“She was moving in dangerous circles.”

“And you think they killed her for that?”