Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
“I’m still convinced Loretta is the ringleader of all of this, especially since she asked Brittany why she’s still in town,” I say.
“She could be, but Brittany has skin in the game too. Can’t trust either of them.”
Noah pulls me into his body and holds me. I lean my head against his shoulder and inhale his scent.
“We need to tell Tyler,” I tell him.
“You’re right. He might have an idea or some sort of solution, considering he kinda went through something similar. Even if I tried to make a police report, it would be useless at this time because we have no proof.” He chuckles. “When I say it out loud, it sounds like a major case of paranoia.”
“A handful of people have witnessed all this go down from the beginning, so we know that’s not the case. We need to figure out how to keep you protected.”
“Maybe I should leave town?” He looks at me with sad eyes.
“No. If you leave, they win. We have to beat them at their own game so they can be prosecuted for all the wrong they’ve done,” I say.
“I know leaving isn’t an option, Katie. There’s too much I love here. Mainly you and Owen.” He smiles, and I place my palm on his cheek and kiss him.
“We’ll figure it out,” I promise. “Together. Maybe you can talk to Tyler tomorrow? See if he can come over so we can fill him in on what’s going on?”
“I’ll chat with him first thing in the morning.”
After work, I pick up Noah from the gym. He spoke with Tyler, and he said he’d stop by tonight. We pick up cheeseburgers on the way and eat them once we’re at my house.
“What do you think he’ll say?” I ask, dipping a fry in my ketchup.
Noah shrugs. “He has more experience dealing with crazy people than any of us, so I’m praying he has some sort of solution.”
Though it’s true, it still makes me laugh. After we’ve finished eating, Tyler arrives without Gemma. He looks at us and smiles, but he’s mainly all business. Noah explains what has happened so far and all the information we’ve learned over the past few weeks. He goes over what he heard at the hospital, the vandalism, what Belinda said, and even the large sum of money Loretta withdrew from the bank.
“I’m certain Loretta and Brittany are trying to kill me,” Noah finally says. Silence fills the room.
Tyler keeps a straight face, but his jaw is clenched. After another minute, he clears his throat and speaks up. “You need a bodyguard immediately. Someone to watch things when you can’t. If Anthony is Gabe’s, then she’d have some sort of relationship with Loretta, even if it was a broken one. Loretta needs to be confronted, and the sooner, the better. She could stop this if she’s the one in control of the situation.”
“Where do we find a bodyguard? Online?” I ask, not knowing how any of this works.
Tyler chuckles. “Not quite. I know a guy. Eric Hudson. When I was having issues with Victoria, he came down here. He’s always willing to help a friend out, especially when it comes to crazy women. I’ll call him and see if he has time, and if he does, I’ll book him on the first flight here.”
I let out a sigh of relief as Noah nods.
“In the meantime, until we can figure out what to do with Loretta and Brittany, I need you to be overly cautious. Keep your eyes on your surroundings, always have people around you, and don’t leave town. Makes it too easy for them to run you off the road. I’ll call Eric on my way home.” Tyler looks at us before standing. “I’ll let you know what he says.”
While it’s settled for now and the conversation is over, I feel better knowing we’ll have help. After we say our goodbyes, Noah walks Tyler out. Five minutes later, he returns to the couch where I’m sitting.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah, just trying to take it all in.”
Noah stares off in the empty space before looking at me. “I know Tyler will do anything to protect us. A bodyguard, though? Never thought I’d need one of those.”
“Where’s Eric gonna stay?” I ask.
“I didn’t even think about that,” he admits. “Maybe a hotel in Mobile?”
“He’d need to keep a close watch on you, almost like he’s your shadow. You two could always use the house now that it’s not so cold outside,” I suggest.
“Are you sure?”
A smile slides across my lips. “Of course. I know you miss those high ceilings and country aesthetics.”
Noah tries to hold back his grin but fails. “I kinda did miss it and seeing you at lunch.”
I lean against him and wish none of this was happening. “You have to tell your dad what’s going on if Eric agrees, so then he at least knows. With all of this going on, it’s best not to hold anything back because I know he’s worried too.”