A Brother's Honor

by Brenda Jackson

  He heard that first moan moments later, which was followed by a close second. Then instinctively, she arched her body at just the right angle so he could slide inside of her, while inwardly calling himself one greedy ass. When he’d gone deep, he didn’t move, he just wanted to lie there a second to savor the feel of being skin-to-skin, flesh-to-flesh with her again.

  But she wasn’t having any of that. She slowly opened her eyes and reached out, grabbed his head and pulled his mouth away from her breasts to her mouth, sliding her tongue between his already-wet lips. And then she proceeded to kiss him in a way that had him moving, had him pumping, thrusting and taking her hard.

  She wrapped her legs around him tight, locked him inside her, where he had no choice but to go in and out. And he did, whipping moans repeatedly out of her. He liked the sexual sounds filling the air—her moans, skin slapping against skin and the creaking of the sofa getting one hell of a workout.

  Suddenly, an orgasm rammed through him, nearly knocking him backward. He felt his release shoot far and deep into her womb, and for a second, he thought of his semen targeting one of those eggs and quickly forced the thought from his mind. A couple engaged in an affair didn’t have sex for babies. They had sex for pleasure. And this was pleasure of the richest kind. When she screamed his name and spasms began moving through her body, he knew she had gotten her pleasure, as well.

  * * *

  “I can’t find my panties,” Shana said, looking everywhere, around the sofa, beneath the cushions and by the table.

  She shot an accusing glance over at Jace, who had just slid into his pants. “You sure you don’t have them?”

  His lips eased into a smile as he reached for his shirt to put it on. “Now, why would I take your panties?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. I heard some men get a kick out of doing that sort of thing. They see it as a trophy of a conquest.”

  He chuckled, possibly seeing Dalton doing some crap like that. “Trust me...that’s not me.”

  Still naked, Shana eased down on her knees to reach her hand under the sofa to feel around and then she looked at Jace and frowned. “That’s odd.”

  He was buttoning his shirt. “What is?”

  “This sofa has a secret compartment.”

  His brow furrowed. “A secret compartment?”

  “Yes.”

  “You sure?”

  “See for yourself.”

  He moved to her as she stood, and with little effort, he pushed the sofa over on its side. And sure enough, the entire bottom had opened to reveal a neat-looking trunk. Shana had never seen anything like it.

  “I must have activated it somehow when my hand was fumbling around.”

  He nodded and then handed her the missing panties. “Here you go.”

  “You did have them!” she accused, sliding into them.

  “No, they were stuck inside my shirt. I wasn’t aware of it until I put my shirt on.”

  “Then why didn’t you say anything?”

  His mouth curved into a smile. “I liked seeing you naked on all fours. It gave me plenty of ideas.”

  Shana rolled her eyes as she slid into her skirt while glancing back at the sofa. “Why do you think this sofa has a secret compartment?”

  Jace drew in a deep breath. “I’m not sure, but I’m going to find out.”

  Turning his attention back to the secret compartment, he slid open a drawer and raised a brow when he saw a file folder. “Umm, what do we have here?”

  Taking the folder, he put the sofa back on its legs and then sat down. Shana, who had finished dressing, dropped down beside him. “What is it, Jace, and who does that file belong to?”

  “Evidently, my father,” he said, opening it up. He read the first document, and Shana felt him tense beside her. “What is it?”

  He glanced up at her. “This is a letter from a Ms. Yolanda Greene dated almost sixteen years ago. And she was writing my dad to inform him, just in case he didn’t know, that my mother was having an affair with her husband.”

  Jace then opened the packet of pictures, and several fell out. They were pictures of his mother with another man...in several intimate poses. Jace shoved them back in the packet and then handed them to Shana.

  She looked at them and knew how it must feel for a son to see such photos of his mother. “She was beautiful,” she said, which was the truth. Her sons had her light brown eyes and long lashes.

  “I always thought so,” Jace said softly. “Until now.” He drew in a deep breath.

  Shana didn’t know what to say to that. This was one situation she couldn’t offer any advice on. But she would be here if he needed her. Shoving the photographs back in the packet she asked, “Do you know them? The Greenes?”

  Jace nodded. “Yes, I know them. Michael Greene worked for Granger for years. Then my father fired him. I never knew why.”

  “And when was that?” she asked.

  “Two months before my mother was killed.”

  Shana nodded. “May I read that?” she asked, indicating the letter.

  Jace nodded and handed it to her. Moments later, she lifted her head. “This woman is threatening your mother, all but saying she would come to a not-so-nice end if your mother didn’t leave her husband alone. Was this presented as evidence in your father’s defense?”

  Jace shook his head. “I don’t think so. This is the first time I’m hearing about any of this. Michael and Yolanda Greene weren’t at my grandfather’s funeral, but Ivan Greene was.”

  Shana lifted a brow. “Ivan Greene, the same one who’s running for mayor?”

  “Yes, same family. Ivan is the oldest son. He’s ten years older than I am. They also have two daughters my age.”

  Shana handed the letter back to him and looked up when he cursed. “And just to think the prosecution’s case was built on the premise that my father was the one having an affair and killed my mother during a heated argument because she wouldn’t give him a divorce. They never came up with the mystery woman. All they had were these receipts to several hotels signed by an S. Granger. It’s hard to believe no one ever thought to assume the S could stand for Sylvia instead of Sheppard.”

  “Why didn’t your father say something to clear his name? And to cast doubt from him to Yolanda Greene? All it would have taken was reasonable doubt in the jurors’ minds.”

  Jace stood, tucking the file under his arm. “Not sure, but I’m going to find out. And the only person who can answer that question is my father. It’s too late to make that call tonight, but I plan to do so first thing in the morning.”

  * * *

  Dalton pushed the covers back and eased out of bed. What the hell was wrong with him? With all the bullshit that had gone down at Granger today, you would think that crap would be occupying his mind, making it difficult to sleep. But the thoughts plaguing him had nothing to do with Granger but with that woman in the bar Saturday night.

  At first, he’d made up his mind to find her, but then by the time he’d awakened Sunday morning, pissed that his desire for her had ruined the rest of his evening at that club, he’d thought WTF, he was not going to find her and to hell with her.

  But last night and now tonight, he was tormented with visions of her in those stilettos and that barely there dress. And his visions hadn’t stopped there. Now he was dreaming about making love to her to the point that it almost seemed real.

  Walking into his kitchen, he felt for the first time ever that his condo was small, cramped, tight. He wasn’t used to being so confined. He needed to get away for a while and knew Jace wouldn’t like it if he did. Caden wouldn’t like it, either. Now wasn’t a good time with all the craziness that was going down. Besides, he was in charge of the Security Department, and Jace was depending on him to stay on top of things.

  Opening the refrigerator, he grabbed a beer bottle, then popped the top. He needed to stay focused on Granger and not on some woman whose body he wanted with a passion. Taking a deep swig of beer, he felt the c
old liquid as it trickled down to his stomach and wished it could cool off his pecker, as well.

  Knowing that wasn’t possible, he finished off the beer and headed back to bed, hoping he could get some sleep this time around.

  * * *

  “Caden, there’s someone here to see you.”

  Caden glanced at his watch before turning around to Hannah. “It’s after ten. Who is it?”

  “Shiloh Timmons.”

  He muttered an expletive deep in his throat. “Send her out here, Hannah.”

  He turned back to stare up at the stars. This was to be his peaceful moment, which was something he needed after all the stuff that had gone down at Granger today. But now Shiloh had invaded it.

  He picked up her scent before she spoke a word behind him. “Hello, Caden.”

  He turned around. It was then that he drew in a sharp breath. The moonlight combined with the porch lanterns hit her at an angle that made her look even more beautiful than she was. He immediately hardened his heart at such a stunning picture of exquisiteness.

  “What do you want, Shiloh?”

  “We need to talk, Caden.”

  He shook his head. “I don’t want to hear anything you have to say.”

  “But I need to tell you why I—”

  He threw up his hand. “No. I don’t want to hear it. It was years ago. Doesn’t matter now.”

  “It does matter, Caden. I can’t let you hate me any longer.”

  He chuckled derisively. “You don’t have a choice.” He paused a moment and then said, “I believed in you. I trusted you, and I loved you. Damn it, Shiloh, I waited for you to show up. Waited days in a damn hotel room in Vegas. But you never came, and then I saw those pictures and knew why. There were pictures of you half-naked lying on a private beach someplace with one of those rich businessmen your father was trying to woo.”

  “No! That wasn’t—”

  “Frankly, I don’t want to hear it,” he interrupted crossly. “You mean nothing to me now. In fact, I can’t stand the sight of you.”

  He saw the tears forming in her eyes but hardened his heart against any reaction to them. He wanted to hurt her the same way she had hurt him. She had not only torn out his heart, but her deceit had trampled it.

  He stood there, emotionless, and stared at her, wanting her to see he’d meant everything he’d said. Moments later, she turned and walked off the porch and into the house to leave.

  He turned back around, staring up at the sky. But instead of feeling peace, he felt pain.

  * * *

  Jace put in the call to his father first thing the next morning before leaving for the office. The warden promised he would allow Shep to call him back within the hour. His cell phone rang within twenty minutes. “Hello?”

  “Jace, what’s wrong? Warden Smallwood said for me to call you. Said it was extremely important.”

  Jace had already spoken to his father yesterday to let him know about Freeman and the others involved in the trade-secret scandal. He had awakened to see it dominating the local news with photographs of Swanson, Arrington and Freeman flashing across the screen. And just in case the good people of Charlottesville had forgotten, a photograph of his father—taken fifteen years ago—had flashed across it, as well, reminding everyone that the former CEO of Granger Aeronautics was presently in prison, serving time for killing his wife.

  Jace drew in a deep breath. “I was in your office yesterday, Dad. I found the secret compartment embedded in the sofa. I saw the file.” He paused a minute and then asked, “Why didn’t you tell the authorities it was Mom having an affair and not you?”

  Sheppard tightened his hand on the phone and closed his eyes. He’d never wanted his sons to know. They loved their mother, thought the world of her and...

  “Dad, please tell me why. That could have possibly cleared you.”

  “Or strengthened the prosecution’s claim of a motive. They would have claimed I killed Sylvia out of jealous rage. It wasn’t worth taking the chance. She was the mother of my sons, and I refused to let her name be dragged through the mud just to clear me, when there was no guarantee that it would have.”

  “But you had that letter from Yolanda Greene, threatening to do Mom bodily harm.”

  “Yes, and Yolanda came to see me while I was out on bail. She was nervous and scared that I would turn it over to the authorities and she would be implicated. But she had an ironclad alibi. Both she and Michael did. The week your mother was killed, they had taken a cruise together, trying to repair their marriage. They were thousands of miles away from Charlottesville, so neither of them could have been involved.”

  Jace’s jaw tightened. “Are you certain of that? She could have been lying.”

  “Yes, I’m certain. Dad checked out their story. They were trying to save their marriage, and I didn’t see the need to let the world know about Michael’s and your mother’s indiscretions.”

  Jace inwardly cursed. His father was too much a man of honor, caring for others when no one cared a crap about him. Someone was willing to let him take the rap for something he didn’t do. He tried to make his father see reason. “If it wasn’t one of the Greenes, then it was someone else. Maybe Ms. Greene hired someone to do it and—”

  “Maybe you’ve been watching too many episodes of NCIS.”

  Jace frowned. “Dad, I’m serious.”

  “So am I. Don’t you think that at the time I weighed all my options? I made my decision about what I was and was not going to tell the authorities. The jury reached a verdict of guilty. Let it go.”

  Now it was Jace’s hand that tightened on the phone. “No, Dad. I can’t let it go. You’re sitting in jail while the person who killed my mother is out here, walking around footloose and fancy-free. Enough is enough. Whether you want us to do so or not, your sons are going to prove your innocence.”

  “No! The three of you need to make a combined, concentrated effort to save the company.”

  Jace’s temper flared. “Do you think we care more for the company than we do for you?”

  Shep heard the torment in Jace’s voice and knew he had to do something to keep his sons from snooping around. He needed to keep them safe. Taking a deep breath, he said, “Would you leave it alone if I were to confess that I did kill your mother?”

  Jace flinched. “No! Because I wouldn’t believe you. And it would make me even more determined to uncover just who you’re trying to protect.”

  “Damn it, Jace, I’m trying to protect the three of you. Besides the affair, your mother was involved in something else. I’m not sure what, but I believe it was enough to get her killed.”

  Jace went still for a second. Then he recovered enough to ask, “Involved in what?”

  “I have no idea.”

  He had a feeling his father did have an idea but just wasn’t saying. “All right, I have to go. We’ll keep in touch. Goodbye, Dad.”

  “Wait! Jace, promise me you’ll let this go and that you won’t say anything to your brothers about what you found out about your mother.”

  Jace ran a frustrated hand down his face. He immediately thought about Dalton and how he would handle learning something like that. He worshipped the ground Sylvia Granger walked on and thought she could do no wrong. “I can’t make you that promise, Dad. All I can say is that I won’t tell them anytime soon, not until I wrap my head around a few things. But at some point, they need to know, and if you won’t tell them, I will.”

  “Jace, listen to me.”

  “No, Dad, you need to listen to me. Nobody’s perfect, and I never thought Mom was. But I can’t see me letting my father rot in prison for something he didn’t do. You might be willing to be the sacrificial lamb for some cold-blooded killer, but I refuse to let you do this any longer. Like I said, I’ll keep in touch. Goodbye, Dad.”

  Shep cursed when he heard the click on the other end and knew that even while in prison, he had to do whatever he could to protect his sons.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine
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  Shana lifted her head from looking down at the document and drew in a deep breath. Why was she feeling so nauseated? She hoped she wasn’t coming down with something else. She had finished taking the antibiotics her doctor had prescribed for her a couple of weeks ago and had been feeling just fine until this morning.

  Now was not the time to start feeling under the weather. She had a lot to do today, and she’d promised Jules she would meet her for lunch at noon. Standing, she decided to grab a pack of crackers from the vending machine. She had hoped to have heard from Jace by now. She knew he would be late coming into the office after he’d had that phone conversation with his father. She couldn’t wait to find out how it went.

  She left her office and rounded the corner to head toward the break room when she stopped. Standing in front of Brandy’s desk was a woman who looked to be a model from the profile she presented. Tall, with a mass of luxurious black hair flowing down her shoulders, she was the perfect shape, size and height and was wearing an outfit that appeared designed just for her body. The dress looked fabulous on her. Even her shoes were perfect for the dress, and it was evident they cost a lot. Whoever the woman was, she had money and wore “classy” as if she rightly deserved the title.

  Brandy glanced Shana’s way, saw her, and with what Shana read as a relieved smile on her face, she said quickly to the woman, “Like I said, none of the Grangers have arrived yet, but I expect them soon. But here’s Ms. Bradford. She works very closely with Mr. Jace Granger, and perhaps she can tell you more than I can as to when to expect him.”

  The woman turned quickly and cut Shana a sharp glance while letting her eyes roam up and down her in displeasure. “And who are you?” the woman asked as if she had every right to know.

  Shana gazed back, looking into what she thought was a perfect face to go along with everything else that was perfect about this woman. The one thing Shana immediately disliked was the woman’s attitude. She recognized downright snootiness when she heard it. And she was sure the woman’s eyes had been used for intimidation more than once, but she would soon discover that, when it came to Shana, those tactics didn’t work.