Unwanted Heat

Kenzie

“What do you have?” Nicholas asks as soon as the jet takes off.

“We’re still trying to find a connection between Richard Westbrook and Harper,” Carter begins. “We haven’t been able to find any evidence that the two of them ever spoke, let alone planned the break in. Brian is continuing to dig, though as we’re certain there must be something we’re not seeing just yet.”

“Do we know his whereabouts yet?”

“No. We have nothing on him since he left Accord Towers after Harper entered the stairwell.”

“Has she attempted to contact anyone from prison?”

“She reached out to her father, but according to my sources he hung up on her. She has made no other phone calls and is being represented by a public defender.”

“Interesting,” Nicholas sighs. “My attorney emailed me a little while ago, he is trying to keep this out of the press, but he doubts he’ll be able to hide this one.”

It shouldn’t have, but it surprised me to hear that the press might learn about what happened. Suddenly the guilt hits me-if it wasn’t for me, Harper likely never would have come back the other night. She wouldn’t have gone after Nicholas because she wouldn’t have had the means to do so. I have no doubt that somehow Richard was behind her getting to New York; it doesn’t sound like she would have been able to do so without him if what she said about her father cutting her off was true. Now I feel horrible because Nicholas initially wanted me to keep the press off his case, but now

I may have brought them right to his doorstep.

“You okay?” he asks, which is when I notice that the conversation seems to have stopped.

“Fine, just a little tired,” I lie.

“Everything is set at the cabin?” Nicholas asks Carter.

“Yes, Brian is monitoring the security feeds from the office while we’re in flight. I have a crew on the ground already; trail cameras have been set up to monitor the perimeter of the grounds.”

“My parents? Cara and Austin?”

“Security remains on high alert and assigned for everyone,” Carter confirms. “We’re waiting for confirmation from your mother if they will fly in Wednesday afternoon or first thing Thursday morning. Initial plans are for them to remain at least through Saturday.”

“We’re going to have Thanksgiving at the cabin,” Nicholas explains, obviously sensing my confusion. “My mother is big on holidays for some reason; you’re not permitted to miss a holiday dinner no matter what the reason.”

“Gosh, I can’t remember the last time I had a holiday dinner,” knowing how loving the Parkers are, I can picture them all around the table on Thanksgiving and Christmas. I could easily also see Vivienne refusing to accept any excuse about missing dinner.

I look up and briefly catch a look of sadness in Carter’s eyes at my words, but before I can even second guess if that’s what I saw, he looks back to Nicholas.

“Security will fly in with your family and escort them to the cabin, at which point we’ll decide how many will remain through the weekend. It will likely depend on Ms. Parker’s plans for Friday-”

“She will have no plans,” Nicholas interrupts quickly.

“I agree that would be best, but you know how much she loves to shop especially the day after Thanksgiving-”

“I’ll give her my black card, she can shop until she drops online.” “Understood, sir,” Carter nods. “If there are no major outings planned, I’ll probably just keep one or two of the men to remain on staff for the weekend. The others will be split between watching the properties in

New York and staying in Montana in the event we need additional staff.” “Whatever you think is best.”

The remainder of the flight is uneventful. Nicholas works from his laptop and phone; I read a book that was thankfully packed in my overnight bag for the trip. I’m not sure how much of the book I actually read during though-I couldn’t seem to keep my mind focused on it. My thoughts switch between worrying about the press and the fact that he is now somewhere in the same city as I am. Even though I trust Carter and Hunter to keep me safe, I still worry that he will somehow find me. He was so close the other night…

“It’ll be another couple of hours before we arrive at the cabin,” Nicholas pulls me from my thoughts, which is when I realize at some point we have landed. I can hear the flight crew preparing for our departure from the plane as we slowly taxi toward the terminal.

“Do we need to stop for anything?” I ask.

“Carter arranged for everything that we’ll need to be there by the time we arrive,” he confirms. “Once I find out when my parents are coming in, we’ll place another grocery order. I’ll have Carter find a restaurant that will provide a catered Thanksgiving dinner that we can pick up-” “You can’t do that!” I interrupt.

“Why not? Julie isn’t able to make it out here-”

“You can’t have a catered Thanksgiving meal from a restaurant Nicholas!”

“Again… why not?”

“You’re supposed to have a home cooked meal for the holidays. Does your mom order a catered meal on Thanksgiving or Christmas?” I already know the answer before I ask the question. I cannot picture Vivienne ordering a holiday meal from a restaurant. Not after hearing how important the holidays are to her.

“Of course not but-”

“I’ll cook Thanksgiving dinner.”

“You will?”

“Sure, why not? I can google some recipes… I’ve never cooked a turkey before, but it can’t be that hard. I can call your mom too, I’m sure she would share some recipes with me.”

“Kenzie are you sure? That sounds like a lot of work…”

“It’s fine… it’ll keep me busy; I’m sure you’re going to have work to do while we’re there right?”

“Well yeah… but…”

“I’ve always wanted to cook a big family meal,” I shrug. “Just never had a family to cook one for. I want to do this, please.”

“If you’re sure,” he leans over and kisses me. “You have a family

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“Ladies and Gentlemen, we have been cleared to disembark from the plane,” the flight attendant interrupts Nicholas. “Your security team is waiting at the gate for you.”

We gather the few items we brought onto the plane before Carter and Hunter escort us from the plane. Once inside the airport we are met by two large men dressed in all black, who simply nod to us before leading us through a quiet, private area of the airport. We’re immediately led out a private exit where two black SUVs are waiting for us. We climb into one with Carter and Hunter while the second SUV follows us. Nicholas’s arm remains protectively wrapped around me, as I rest my head on his shoulder, and watch the scenery change around us.

“Kenzie, baby, we’re here,” Nicholas’s voice pulls me from my sleep.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” I look out to see we are parked in front of a large log cabin. “Wow…”

“Come on,” Nicholas chuckles at my reaction before guiding me to the open door.

The cabin is like nothing what I imagined it would be; I guess I kind of expected a small cabin, but what stands in front of me is anything but small. The large two-story log cabin is like something out of magazine. An expansive deck wraps around the front, while a smaller balcony comes off sliding doors on the second floor. I glance around and see nothing but trees surrounding us: there are no other cabins to be seen and other than Carter’s voice in the distance there are no other sounds to be heard.

“Everything is set up inside, sir,” Hunter confirms, as I close the car door.

“Wonderful, I don’t expect to need you the remainder of the night,” Nicholas says.

“We’ll be patrolling the perimeter of the cabin all night; the security interior cameras have been disabled except for the ones pointing at the entrances. Be sure to call if you plan on leaving the cabin for any reason.”

“Will do,” Nicholas guides me onto the deck and then through the door that opens to a beautiful living room.

“This is amazing,” I glance around trying to take in everything. The floor plan is very open, obviously designed to make entertaining easier. The living room furniture is arranged surrounding a large stone fireplace with a fire already lit in it.

“There are two bedrooms down here and another three upstairs,” Nicholas explains. “There are two master suites up there, so we’ll take one and then when my parents arrive later this week they’ll take the other. Each master bedroom has a balcony that overlooks the property; the one that we’ll have overlooks the lake and has a small hot tub on it.”

“This is beautiful…”

“I bought it for my parents on their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary,” he shrugs. “We used to rent this little cabin not far from here, every summer for a week, when we were growing up. My mother loved getting away from New York for that week; my dad loved to take us hiking and fishing, while Mom and Cara went shopping.”

“You bought this for them?”

“When I started PFS, I promised myself that one day, I would buy my parents a place out here, where they could come anytime they wanted. I… I wanted to thank them for taking me in when they didn’t have to. There aren’t too many people who would have taken in a little boy whose mother tried to kill him,” he glances around the room, obviously uncomfortable with the conversation.

“Nicholas,” I’m not sure what else to say. The fact that he did this for his parents just amazes me; yet the reason he felt he needed to saddens me. Not knowing what to say or do, I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my head on his chest.

“There’s a small cabin just through the woods where the security team will be staying while we’re here. It was the original cabin on the property, but when I bought the land, I wanted something larger, as I knew my mother would expect all of us to still come here when we could. It’s far enough away to give us some privacy, but close enough that Carter’s team can still monitor this house. The driveway has a security gate that can only be opened with a key code, which is changed every month. The perimeter of the property is outfitted with a top of the line security system that will go off if anything larger than an animal crosses the path. We’re safe here, Kenzie.”

“Thank you,” whether he knew it or not, I definitely needed the reassurance with everything else that had happened.

“Let’s get settled and then we’ll take a walk outside.”

He gives me a brief tour of the cabin, which is just beyond anything I could imagine, before we end up in the master bedroom where we will be staying this week. The room is only slightly smaller than our bedroom at Accord Towers, but the view from the deck is stunning. It overlooks a large lake, but other than that, the only thing that can be seen is the woods surrounding the property. Since I fell asleep in the car, I have no idea how far we are from civilization, but right now, I feel like we’re the only people for miles.

A large master bathroom and a small walk in closet complete the room. Like magic, the closet has been filled with more clothes than we could possibly need for a week away. I don’t need to check to know that they’re all in the correct sizes for both of us. I have no doubt that the dressers are also filled.

I take a long, hot shower while Nicholas catches up on emails that he missed. I let the water pour over my body, washing away the worry that has surrounded me most of the day. I push the thought of him and the press out of my mind. I try not to worry how the press finding out about what happened at Accord Towers might impact Nicholas’s business… and worse, how it could impact us, since it would be the exact opposite of what he intended when he signed the contract with Bridget. I try not to think that he might decide it would be better if-

“Baby, you almost done? It’s getting late, but I wanted to show you the view before it gets completely dark outside.”

“I’ll be right out,” I call back, washing the last of the soap off my body.

I quickly dry myself off and wrap the towel around me, before heading to the bedroom, where I find Nicholas has already laid out a pair of jeans, a long sleeve shirt and a zip up sweater for me. I quickly put on the clothes, confirming my earlier thoughts that they would fit perfectly before going in search of him.

“Everything okay?” I ask when I find him on his phone in the kitchen.

“What? Oh yeah, it’s fine,” he answers, but still appears… distracted.

“Did you still want to-”

“Yes,” he interrupts quickly. “I just spoke with Carter and let him know what the plans are.”

He takes my hand, squeezing it tightly, before we go through the living room to the front door where he pulls on a sweater. I hear him take a deep breath, before opening the door for me. Silently, he guides me down a slightly worn trail that leads around the lake before we finally stop at large outbuilding.

“Nicholas?”