Uncovering Desire

Book Two in the Uncovering Love Series

Kacey Shea

Copyright © 2015 by Kacey Shea Books LLC

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Recognition

Cover Design: Sommer Stein, Perfect Pear Creative Covers

Photography: Golden Czermak, Furious Fotog

Cover Model: Chase Ketron

Secondary Photography: Cindy Carpenter

Female Cover Model: Courtney Johnson

Editing: Brenda Letendre, Write Girl Editing Services

Proofreading: Angela Stephens

Formatting: Stacey Blake, Champagne Formats

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Uncovering Hope - Chapter One

Acknowledgements

About the Author

Books by Kacey Shea

Author Links

For all the strong, beautiful mommas with children who leave this world too soon.

For all the soldiers who serve their country, returning with scars both visible and unseen.

“MMMHMMM…”

“Oh yes baby just like that.”

“You like that don’t you?”

“Oh yes, don’t stop. Harder!”

You know you’ve made it in life when you find yourself sitting in the back of a taco truck listening to the sweet sounds of a man and his mistress getting it on.

As much as I didn’t find joy in listening or watching what I was recording, I had to admit life was going pretty well at the moment. My private investigation firm was building a solid client base and business was booming. When my best friend Evie and I decided to give this PI business a whirl three months ago I only dreamed we would form a decent side business. What I didn’t expect was building a full-time career. Evie didn’t expect to find the love of her life. I guess we’re both pleasantly surprised as to where this idea led.

Our very first client led us to investigate Tate Reynolds, a well-liked trainer at a popular gym in Old Town. It was my bright idea for Evie to get closer to Tate, first through personal training, and then through friendship, to conduct a full background check.

Because our PI firm specializes in investigating cases regarding matters of the heart, we sometimes receive strange requests. The entire reason we investigated Tate was to prove if he passed a laundry list of requirements set forth by a woman who wanted to snag him as her trophy husband. Evie and Tate ended up falling in love with each other through the process and although the truth of the situation almost ruined their relationship, they found a way back to each other.

It was a bittersweet reunion because while I wanted nothing but happiness for Evie, I also hoped that she might see me as more than a best friend after moving back. I had served two terms with the Army and we kept in touch during that time. I’m still trying to be happy for the new couple. Admittedly, I find nothing wrong with Tate, and he treats Evie with love and respect. She’s happier than she’s ever been and I know that’s a result of the love she shares with him.

Sometimes I just wish I didn’t have my face rubbed in their happiness every damn day.

“Oh yes! That’s it, ride me!”

I glance at the tablet and then turn away. I’m recording every second of this sordid love affair, but I don’t want to watch it. From online porn you get the impression that watching others fuck is a turn on, but the reality is that the natural act between most people is not a pretty sight. I turn down the volume a little.

Bang bang bang. I jump in surprise at the sudden knocking from outside the van. The door rolls open revealing two beautiful, smiling faces.

“I’ve got popcorn!”

“I brought candy!”

Evie and her best friend Kate climb inside and scoot next to my makeshift desk among the boxes of catering supplies lining the van. Each woman eagerly peers over one of my shoulders. They really brought snacks, and my stomach grumbles with excitement as the smell of melted butter fills the tight space.

“Wow, they didn’t waste any time getting busy! I thought you said they were supposed to meet at six?” Evie leans forward, pulling a hair tie off her wrist and wrapping her long straight brown hair behind her.

“I’m glad we weren’t any later, we would have missed the entire show.” Kate flips her blonde tresses over a shoulder. Pulling a bag of candy from her purse she tears the package. A shrill scream gains our attention.

The girls gape at the screen. I grimace. “Not much of a show if you ask me.”

“Yeah, more like horror show… what the fuck is he doing to that poor woman?” Kate pops a chocolate in her mouth.

“I don’t know. I stopped trying to understand people and the reasons for what they do a long time ago. Hey, QT, aren’t you supposed to watch the boys tonight? I wasn’t expecting you. Not that I mind.”

“Would you stop calling me that?” Evie rolls her bright blue eyes. The nickname was one I bestowed upon her back in high school when her lack of coordination had her tripping, hence Quick Trip aka QT. She says she’s outgrown it, but I think it fits her perfectly.

“Yeah, I was supposed to watch them but Carly was able to leave her shift early. Since Tate already had a full night of classes and clients booked I thought I’d come stake out with you. But it looks like we won’t be here much longer. Mr. Bigtime seems to be losing steam.”

Carly was Tate’s sister and she and her two sons, Eli and Ezra lived with Tate. I didn’t know the details, but she split with her ex and was raising their two young boys as a single mom. It’s an unconventional living arrangement, but they are a package deal when it comes to Tate. Evie doesn’t seem to mind. In fact she often volunteers to watch the boys when Carly works a late shift at the hospital. I’ve met the boys a few times and they are good kids.

Glancing at the screen I have to agree with Evie. Mr. Brian Culler seems more of a talker than a showman. He’s well on his way to finishing and I’m not sure his mistress is appreciative. The man is dripping streams of sweat onto her body as he pumps vigorously. Even with the sound turned down the rhythmic sounds of skin slapping fills the van. I’m pretty sure she isn’t getting much pleasure from the experience but her cries of ecstasy don’t support my assessment.