It was somewhere around ten hours from New York to Alaska. Dominic had a long night to ruminate on the task he had to complete tomorrow.
He had to break Kinley Kohl.
“Can we get her out of that ridiculous dress?” Dominic asked, eyeing her all wrapped in white silk and satin. He couldn’t contemplate playing hardball with her when she looked that damn innocent.
When Law had passed her to him from the truck, she’d nestled down into his arms like a trusting child. Or a lover. But she could never be his lover. Or Law’s—no matter what he imagined.
“I think Law would be happy to undress her,” Riley said. “You want me to take his place in the cockpit?”
Riley wasn’t half the pilot his brother was, but he would be able to keep them in flight.
“No.” He didn’t want to tempt Law any further. “She can change when we arrive and she comes to. She won’t wake up during the flight, will she?”
Riley shrugged. “She hasn’t gotten much sleep lately. At least that’s what Annabelle said. But she had a weird reaction to the sedative. She came out of it for a minute in the hall. Law held her then and stroked her hair. She went back to sleep.”
Dominic bet that little episode had done nothing to dampen Law’s infatuation. That man had a deep-seated need to protect. Kinley looked fragile right now, but surely when the interrogation started tomorrow, she would show her true colors.
“Gigi.” She started to mutter in her sleep. “Where…Gigi?”
Dominic frowned. “Who’s Gigi?”
“Annabelle mentioned her. Then she gave us that half smile women often do, the one that looks a little evil and makes you wait for things to start falling. You know what I’m talking about?”
Annabelle could be a bit mysterious, but he had other problems now. “Did you check through her luggage? I don’t want to find a cell phone.”
Cell phones had GPS. GPS meant they were up shit creek and all his careful planning had been for nothing.
“I left it sitting on the table in the living area of the suite.”
Not good enough. There had been a ton of people going through that bridal suite all day long. “How do you know it was hers?”
“Have you looked at her? Look, man, it was in her room and it was pink and blinged within an inch of its life. She seems to like little fake diamonds on everything. I don’t get it.”
He was going to have Law’s head. It had been a sloppy operation. Law should have made damn sure that was her phone. He could forgive Riley, who was usually behind the scenes, but Law knew damn well how to run an op. Now Dominic had to check through the luggage to make sure they weren’t going to be met by feds when they landed in River Run.
“Why did Law decide to bring a half ton of designer luggage with us?”
Dominic knew he shouldn’t, but he stared across the aisle. Her blonde hair was the color of honey. The pictures didn’t capture its natural beauty. Lighter shades threaded through the darker ones, forming a gorgeous honey and amber color that contrasted beautifully with her skin.
Porcelain. Her skin was like porcelain, perfect and creamy white.
He needed to remember that porcelain, while beautiful, was also cold.
“He was worried she might need something in there,” Riley answered with a touch of disbelief, as if he, too, thought his brother had gone mental.
“So he wanted to be the guy who brought all her clothes along. He’s going to kill me over this.” He pulled the first bag free and slid the zipper around. The top popped open as though deeply happy at being free. She’d stuffed the bag to the hilt. “Holy shit. How many pairs of jeans does one woman need?”
There were at least a dozen pairs of jeans in the case, each with more and more elaborately placed rhinestones across the pockets that would hug her ass. It was like Las Vegas had taken over her luggage. Every eye in the world would go straight to her ass because there was no way anyone could miss it.
“There seems to be a theme here. She likes shiny objects. Maybe if we get some jewelry we can distract her enough so she’ll just give us all the intel we need,” Dominic offered.
There were several shirts but they were blousy and draped, rather modest by modern standards. Her bras and panties were utilitarian, all white cotton. Nothing lacy and pretty to show off her stunning body on her honeymoon. That was a riddle. Dominic would have bet that Kinley used that sexy body to get everything she wanted, but her underwear told a different story.
There was a makeup bag with bright pink trim and black polka dots. In fact, nothing was plain about anything Kinley owned—except her underwear.
He opened the makeup case. Nothing was sacred now. He needed to know everything about her, understand her better before he began his interrogation.
Her makeup was drugstore. Cheap. That surprised him. The luggage was wretchedly expensive, but she got by with crappy makeup and inexpensive moisturizer.
He was sure she would be wearing Chanel right before Jansen killed her.
Dominic took a long breath and repacked her bag, using the little gold lock to run the zipper back around the edge.
“This one is full of shoes.” Riley held up a pair that he would expect a stripper to wear. They were f**king hot. “She has twelve pairs of shoes for a five-day trip. Why does she need all those shoes?”
To make a man crazy. To make her legs look a million miles long. To wrap them around his back and press into his flesh. Her shoes were everything her undies weren’t. They were hot sex on stilettos.