Conklin's Corruption (#3) (Conklin's Trilogy) Read Online Free PDF

cares about my bank account.”
    I raised a brow at him.  He just described himself to a T.
    “Don’t look at me like that,” he scolded.
    I shook my head and stood from my desk.  “I’m going to be late.  Are we done?” I asked grumpily, grabbing some paperwork to put in my briefcase.
    RJ sighed and ran a hand through his hair.  “Yes,” he said softly.  “Let me know about the party.”
    “Yeah, sure.”  I was distracted, blowing off his weird attempt at being a normal parent.  It was all an act for something he wanted; it had to be.  Once my things were gathered I started to walk to the door.  He could stand in my office all he wanted, but I needed to get to the airport.  Just as I was about to head through the doorway RJ’s voice rang through the air.
    “I’m proud of you son.”
    I stopped dead in my tracks, shock and confusion taking over my body.  RJ had never given me a compliment.  My heart tugged at my chest as unnerving emotion was trying to trickle out of my system.  Every bone in my body wanted me to turn around and say thank you, I’ve been waiting to hear that my entire life , but I didn’t.  I merely continued through the door, mumbling, “I’ll talk to you later.”
     
     
     
    ***
     
    My black Maserati smoothly pulled up at the Gerald R Ford International Airport.  I tipped the valet and slid into the sleek leather seats.  I sank into the seat with ease, rubbing my fingers along the steering wheel.  This felt good; this felt like home.  I loved my cars. They were a close second to Becca, and I was happy to make the 40 minute drive to our new home in Grand Haven.  It would help me tuck RJ’s weird conversation in the back of my mind as I tried not to look too much into his rare ‘I want to be a better parent’ moment.
    All of the final furnishings for the house were delivered last week, and I had to admit it was quite cozy.  Becca did a wonderful job filling the space to make it feel like ours.  It was nautical and tasteful, a lot of creams and blues, very serene.  She even found a few vintage batman posters for the theater room in the basement.  I couldn’t wait to “watch” our first movie in the room together this weekend.  We had yet to make it through the entire most recent Batman movie.  I wondered if I would ever be able to keep my hands to myself whenever she was near.
    Nah.
    The rest of the drive home I fantasized about how we could utilize the theater room.
    It was nearing dusk as I pulled into the long driveway of our new home.  The sunset was beyond beautiful to look at from the deck.  We lived right on Lake Michigan, and I was surprised how much it felt like the ocean.  I opened the garage and parked next to Becca’s new car. 
    Her father had gifted her a white Lexus GS hybrid.  I was a little disappointed.  I wanted to purchase her a car, hide it in the garage, and surprise her.  I guess I still could.  She would need an SUV for the winter.  I smirked to myself.  It would make a wonderful wedding present.
    I opened the door from the garage, dropping my briefcase next to our bedroom door then went in search for my Becs.  A mischievous grin spread across my face as my eyes found her standing in the kitchen in her favorite yellow dress.  It was strapless and flowed at the waist to just above her knees.  She was barefoot at the stove, stirring something in a pan. I checked my watch.  It was a little after 7:00 p.m.  She moved swiftly to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of wine, not even realizing I was standing just outside the kitchen.  She went back to the stove to find her glass and fill it to the top. If I had to guess, meeting with the florist with her mother didn’t go well.
    I crept up behind her, taking in her scent.  I loved the smell of her citrus soap and shampoo.  She slowly tilted her head to the side, her lip slightly quirking up into a small smile.  She realized my proximity as my hands found their way around her