Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 109976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
“Don’t you have a meeting?” The look he gave me said he didn’t care about that. I have to admit that the way he made me feel in that moment was almost enough to make me forego my plans.
But looking at him my heart squeezed at the thought of him facing any of the things my ex had. What would the senator do to him if he got in the way of what he wanted? It didn’t bear thinking about.
“I want you back here as soon as the service is over. Call me when it’s done.” He drew me in and kissed my forehead before turning and walking away. I watched him walk out the door and my heart tore in half. It might be the last time...
“Ms. Moore are you ready?” I turned to Kevin who was the only one left. He had a boyish cheeky smile that made one want to join in, it put me at ease at once. I couldn’t help thinking to myself what a far cry that was to the way I used to react to anyone Vance tried to introduce me to in the past.
And even more when we headed downstairs to the car and I didn’t feel an ounce of unease. It had been the same with the driver that night. Though we hadn’t exchanged any words, it was obvious that he and Gavin also shared a close relationship, that he was something more than just a driver.
“We should be there in about forty-five minutes to an hour Ms. Moore, just sit back and relax.”
“Giselle, you can call me Giselle.” He flashed me that cheeky disarming smile again before closing the door and heading around to the front passenger seat.
Someone else climbed into the driver’s seat and we were on our way. Kevin’s phone rang not five minutes later and from his end of the conversation I guessed it was Gavin calling. “Bruh, chill, I’m on the job.”
That one sentence was followed by a lot of uh-huhs and I knows and I gathered Gavin was giving him the riot act. I kept my nerves well hidden as my mind tried to come to grips with what I had to do in the next few hours.
I knew I’d have to sit with the senator and his wife which would give him no time to say anything to me, but I still had no plans on how to escape Gavin’s men once it was over. I wasn’t familiar with the place we were going to so I took the opportunity to look it up now on my phone.
Then it hit me how incongruous it was that I hadn’t been in contact with anyone since leaving the precinct the night Vance died. To the outside world it might seem odd, but I’ve never been that close to my in laws and it would be a cold day in hell before I willingly contacted my father in law.
My mother in law wouldn’t find anything strange about my behavior, she’d just assume that her husband had handled everything, or that his people had more to the point. But Gavin’s the one who’d found out where the funeral was being held and had taken care of everything. Did he find that strange?
Had I given too much away with my odd behavior, or did he just assume that grief had made me despondent? Then again, how much grief could I be in if I’d let him take me to his bed before my husband’s body was even in the ground?
No sense in dwelling on that now, right now I have to concentrate on my great escape and thinking about Gavin is not helping. For the first time since I’d made up my mind to leave there was something standing in my way. But I don’t dare look back. Not unless I want to put his life in danger.
By the time we were pulling into the parking lot of the church I’d already mapped out where the nearest train station could be found. I did a quick Uber search just to be sure there were drivers in the area and scheduled a pickup time an hour and a half ahead.
I felt more relaxed as I made my way into the church, and with all the cameras around I felt more at ease. A far cry from the night they surrounded my home. Was that only two nights ago? Somehow it seems so far removed.
I feel like I’d changed so much in just one day, so much so that I’d almost forgotten all the old fears, which I was quickly reminded of as soon as I got a look at the senator’s face. I hadn’t checked any of the messages he’d left, too afraid to hear what he had to say.
And now as I walked toward him with Gavin’s men flanking me it was hard to hold my fear in check. The senator is a rather formidable man, both in the Capitol and at home. The only thing that would save me from the whip of his tongue is the public persona he’d cultivated over the years. No way was he going to show his hand here. At least I had that on my side.