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)
“Hi, Danielle. This is Officer Samuels,” she says in her too-chirpy, feminine voice.
“Oh, hi,” I say with relief. “How are you?”
Miller turns to me with a questioning raised brow, clearly wondering who’s on the line. “Officer Samuels,” I mouth to him and pull my phone down to hit speakerphone so he can listen in on the conversation.
“I’m good, thanks for asking. Listen, I have some great news,” she starts. Miller reaches over and places his warm hand on my thigh, giving it a small squeeze and smiling at me with encouragement. “We were able to get a confession out of Brett, for both the attempted rape and arson, so he will be going to trial soon. He was surprisingly easy to break.”
“Are you serious?” I gasp, wide-eyed.
“Indeed, I am. He will be behind bars until we can get him in to see the judge, which we are hoping will be next week, and then a trial date should be set. Keep in mind, it could be a few months before the trial actually takes place, but just know that we’re confident he’s going away for a very long time.”
Relief fills me, and I let out a shaky breath as I continue listening. “So, with both your statements and his confession, it will be an open and closed case. During his confession he slipped up and admitted that fire was an attempt on your life, so it looks like he will also be going down for attempted murder,” Officer Samuels says with pride. “God, it is great to get scum bags like that off the streets and where they belong.”
“Wow,” I say, not really sure how to respond. After all, this was a guy I dedicated myself to. I was in love with him. Though considering the beatings, attempted rape, burning down my home, and apparently, the attempt on my life, I guess he’s going exactly where he belongs. “That’s great,” I say as Miller grins over at me and squeezes my leg once again.
“Indeed, it is,” Officer Samuels says. “It would be good for you to be present in court next week, both yourself and Miller.”
“Okay sure,” I tell her. “Anything you need.”
“Excellent. I’ll be in contact with you when I know further details.”
“Great. I’ll wait for your call.”
We say our goodbyes, and I end the call, placing my phone down in the center console and glancing up at Miller in shock. “He’s actually going away,” I breathe in disbelief.
Miller studies my face and slips his hand into mine, placing them both on the gear stick so he can keep shifting. “You good?” he asks.
“Yeah, I think I am. I feel like a huge weight has finally been lifted and I’m truly free,” I tell him. “I’ll never have to worry about him hurting me again.”
“You have no idea how happy that call has made me,” he says, sparing me a glance before returning his gaze back to the road, and I realize he must be feeling the same relief that I am, knowing he doesn’t have to continually be on the lookout for my safety.
He glances back at me, and I suddenly begin feeling very hot. “You better concentrate on the road, Mr. Cain,” I tell him. “Cause if you keep looking at me like that, you’re going to miss your game.”
“Is that a promise?” he asks, his eyes darkening with hunger as that deep tone does wicked things to me.
My cheeks flush, and I clench my thighs. “You know it is.”
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Baby, don’t tempt me. I can’t miss this game.”
“Okay, I’ll be a good girl from now on,” I smile, innocently batting my eyelashes at him. “But just know, when I get you home tonight, I plan on being a very, very bad girl.”
Miller almost swerves off the road and gapes at me before trying to shake whatever image resides in his head. “You’re such an ass,” he laughs as he finally pulls up at the ice rink.
I go to make my way out of his SUV when his hold on my hand tightens and he pulls me back. “Wait a minute,” he says.
I glance back at him with my brows furrowed, unsure what could be keeping him. Usually, he can’t wait to get into the rink on game night. “What’s up?” I ask, hoping everything is okay.
He gives me a brilliant smile that makes my heart skip a beat and then releases his seatbelt to turn and face me. He reaches into the back seat with his other hand still firmly placed in mine and I wait, wondering what the hell is going on.
Miller pulls a box out of the backseat and hands it over to me. I take it from him cautiously, trying to read the expression on his face. “What’s this?” I ask as I flip the box around, trying to gauge a clue as to what the hell it is. I turn more in my seat and face him front on to decipher his reaction.