“That doesn’t surprise me.” I scoff out.
“And why’s that?”
“Because my husband is the arresting officer.”
There’s a gasp that spreads throughout the courtroom again.
“So you were having an affair with Mr. Anderson?”
“Not exactly. I had left my husband at that time. I had gone to Mr. Anderson because not only did I need help, but I knew I could trust him.”
“And how did you know that?”
“Because I’ve been in love with him since the moment I met him.”
“You mean the moment you mentioned earlier where he was holding you at gunpoint?”
“Yes.” I can’t stop myself from smiling. “I can’t explain, but when I could see past the gun barrel, and I saw him, I knew I could trust him. And even with as, I don’t even know what to call our relationship, but whatever it is, the will they won’t they. I’ve always known I could trust him. He’s the only person in my life who’s never let me down.” I look over, locking eyes with Zane and can see the water that he’s forcing to hold back.
“And did your husband know this?”
“Objection, relevance.”
“Your honor I would think that the integrity surrounding Mr. Anderson’s arrest would be pertinent to the case.”
I watch the prosecution toss his pen into the air.
“I agree. You can answer.” The judge tells me.
“I think he assumed. He was aware of my previous relationship with Mr. Anderson, yes. He did not want me even speaking to him. And would get upset if we ever ran into him. I hear the rumors around the city about me. I’m sure my husband did as well.”
“Which rumors are those?” She asks me. I know I don’t want to say what they are, but also that I have to.
“That I was so distraught after my miscarriage that I left my husband and went to shack up withthat biker.” I air quote the last bit. “I’m not even sure if anyone had seen us together, or just assumed.”
“Why would they assume that’s where you went?”
“Because for years everyone has known there was something between the two of us, and I think it confused everyone else just as much as it had us.”
“Had your husband known about this before you got together?”
“I don’t know.” I pause as I contemplate the question. “I mean, he was aware there was something there. He hated Mr. Anderson and any time anything may have gotten brought up he would become furious, but yeah, I think he very well could have known I was in love with Mr. Anderson from the beginning.”
The judge decides that it’s a good place to break for the day.
I’m nervous as I walk into the restaurant, meeting Ella for dinner. We had made plans before we left the courtroom this afternoon. I’m not looking forward to the rest of the evening, which I have a pretty good idea of how it will go.
“Tate!” I hear shouted at me, right on cue.
Turning around, I see Darren and his pissed, the fuck off, look coming towards me.
I told Sherri that I should fire her as we left the courtroom yesterday. She laughed and nodded her head, but she refused to meet my eyes, which means that there’s more to come. I didn’t realize that until I was back in the cell for the night, with a heavy feeling in my chest.
She came to collect me earlier and we’re walking back into the courtroom again. The bailiff un-cuff my hands and I sit down next to her.
I glance around the room, looking for Tatum, but I don’t see her. That alone sets me on edge. Every other day she had already been in here when I got here.
“I’m almost afraid to ask what you have up your sleeve today.” I whisper over to Sherri, but she won’t meet my eyes, and I still have the eerie feeling that I got last night when I was sitting in my cell waiting… an overwhelming worry.
