Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Danielle, hi. It’s Officer Samuels,” she says. “I tried to call you a few times, but there was no answer.”
“Oh sorry. We have had quite a busy week,” I explain. I called her a few days ago explaining why we wouldn’t be making it to court. She understood, sent her condolences, and said that our statement alone should be enough to get things over the line.
“Yes, that’s right. Anyway, I wanted to call and let you know what happened at court.”
“Oh, of course,” I say, getting up and walking over to a quiet area of the airport so I can hear every damn word she says.
“It was a success. The trial has been set for three months from now. Brett will remain behind bars, without bail. If all goes well at trial, he’ll be convicted of abuse, attempted rape, arson, and attempted murder. He will be going away for a long time,” she assures me.
“Wow, that’s great,” I say with relief. “Is there anything you need from me?”
“No, that’s it. It’s all over. You are free to get on with your life,” she tells me.
“Holy crap,” I sigh. “Thank you so much.”
“It was my pleasure. Have a good day,” she says, then ends our call.
I glance up to find Miller’s questioning stare on me and rush over to throw myself into his strong arms, telling him the good news. His body visibly relaxes under me as if a huge weight has been lifted off his shoulders.
Wanting to put my parents out of their misery, I give them a quick call, and the minute I hang up, I find Sophie hovering right behind me. “Did I just hear what I think I just heard?”
I give her a bright smile. “Damn straight you did,” I tell her, getting up off Miller’s lap and wrapping my arms around her.
“Thank God,” she sighs.
“Tell me about it.”
Thirty minutes later, we board our flight, and I freak out when the plane takes off, gripping the armrest and praying we survive, only to promptly fall asleep as exhaustion catches up with me.
Coach gives us the rundown of how things are going to go, and it’s basically a huge press conference before the games start, with a shitload more meetings and interviews in between. I must admit, I’m nervous about it as word of Mia’s death has now gotten around, and they’re bound to ask Miller how he’s holding up. But I’ve assured Coach Harris that he will be fine. Or at least, I hope he is. If not, that’s what I’m here for.
I wake an hour before the plane is due to land and pull my head up off Miller’s shoulder. “Good sleep?” he asks.
“No,” I grumble and look up to find Miller smirking down at me. “What?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.
He looks around quickly then leans down to me. “You want to join the Mile High Club?” he murmurs in my ear.
“What?” I whisper-yell as my eyes widen in shock. “You can’t be serious?”
“Oh, I am so serious,” he tells me with a sexy smirk.
I glance around the cabin to find the majority of the team fast asleep, and the ones still awake are certainly not paying attention to us. I bite my bottom lip, knowing this is a bad idea, but honestly, who could say no to this man? “Okay, you’re on,” I smirk back at him. “How’s this supposed to work?”
“Go down to the bathroom. I’ll come and join you in a few minutes,” he tells me.
I give one last nervous glance around before finally nodding and standing up. Making my way down the aisle to the bathroom, I’m almost certain every last person knows what I’m doing. The second I get inside the tiny space, without a damn person even glancing my way, a wave of relief washes over me.
Twenty minutes later, I can proudly say that I am now a member of the Mile High Club, and to say having sex in an airplane bathroom is difficult is the biggest understatement I’ve ever heard. But my man can make anything work. What’s even better is that no one knows our dirty little secret. Or at least, I hope they don’t.
“You ready for this?” Miller asks a few minutes out from landing. “It’s going to be crazy in there. Heaps of fans and press.”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. It’s you they want,” I laugh.
“Don’t doubt for one second that they aren’t going to hound you too. You’re my girl. They’re going to want to meet the woman who finally tamed the famous Miller Cain,” he smirks.
“I can handle myself,” I tell him as the plane begins to descend. I grab his hand in a death hold, squeezing it until I’m sure I’ve cut off the circulation.
“I thought you could handle yourself?” he teases, flipping his hand over so that I can hold it properly.