He was probably the one she had spoken with earlier. He nodded at her, acknowledging that he would be with her soon, waving a hand at an empty chair.
“May I help you?” asked the gentleman as he placed the phone on the cradle on his desk.
“I’m not sure. I hope so, but…” She shrugged, not really sure of what to say.
“My name is Jake,” the man said, offering a friendly smile. “Jake Stone. Have a seat. Would you like a coffee or a soda?”
“I’m Kyra. Kyra Michaels. Thank you, but I’m fine.”
Jake grabbed a soda from the nearby refrigerator and quickly returned to his desk. He gathered several documents from a filing cabinet near his desk before taking a seat. “First things first, Kyra. Can you tell me why you feel the need for a private investigator?”
“I want to know who killed my dad. He was a wonderful man and a fantastic attorney here in Sizzle. I can’t imagine anyone would want to hurt him, let alone kill him.”
“I’m sorry to hear about your father. Let’s see what we can do to find out what happened.”
As Jake asked questions and filled out the forms he had gathered moments earlier, Kyra heard the deep rumble of another motorcycle pull into the parking lot as she picked at the pale pink polish on her fingernails, realizing she desperately needed a manicure. She was jumpier than a frog in a frying pan, resisting the urge to turn around when the front door opened behind her.
“How’s it going, Jake? Any new cases come in for me?” a new male voice asked.
Kyra flinched as she heard that deep sexy voice, her body heat rising just as it always had.
That voice.
Oh damn.
She would recognize that voice anywhere. There was no need to turn around and face the owner of that delicious voice. She knew it was him. That hunk of a man she had drooled over for oh so long.
It was Dylan Chambers.
“Hi, boss. I’m just putting together a case file for our newest client,” Jake said.
Kyra slowly turned to face the door. She didn’t know if he would recognize her after all this time, but a gal could hope, couldn’t she? Before she could turn to face him, he began to introduce himself.
“Hi, ma’am I’m Dylan…” His voice faltered when his eyes met Kyra’s.
“Hi, Dylan,” Kyra said with a nervous smile. “It’s been a long time.” She felt the butterflies take flight in her stomach as she faced the man who had stolen her heart.
Dylan stared at her with a shocked expression, causing her to wonder what he might be thinking as his gaze roamed her body. Dear God. The man was still just as gorgeous as the day she left. Maybe even more so. Kyra trembled as his eyes moved slowly down her body and back up again to her face. A slow wicked grin worked over his lips, his chiseled jaw tensing as he took her in.
“You two know each other?” Jake asked, his eyes darting between the two.
“We’ve known each other for years, Jake. Ever since we were kids actually.” Dylan said. His eyes staying trained on Kyra. “How have you been, Kyra?”
“I’ve been good until today. Well… until yesterday really. My dad…”
As Dylan’s eyes roamed Kyra’s body, he was reminded of that day at the lake when she lost her bathing suit top. He had thoroughly enjoyed the view of her perky breasts, the way she looked at him, her nipples hardening under his gaze. It was a glorious sight; one he hadn’t forgotten. He was crushed when he found out she had left Sizzle. He had always found her to be quite charming and beautiful, but she was so young – almost too young – and his sister’s best friend to boot. He’d missed his chance back then. When years passed and she never returned, he knew he had missed the opportunity of a lifetime. That wasn’t his only mistake. He’d made plenty of them back then. Man, was she a sight for sore eyes.
Whatever courage Kyra had when she walked through the door of the detective agency was now gone. Vanished. It had fluttered away when Dylan’s gaze