Even hearing about it, for the fourth time, didn’t dim the rage that ignited in my chest at the thought of anyone hurting her.
Or any woman, for that matter.
“After Mario was tossed to the ground and you got out of the vehicle, then what happened?” the prosecutor pushed.
“Then Ramsey held me until the cops arrived,” she said.
“He didn’t try to hurt Mr. O’Neal?”
“He didn’t try to hurt either one, no,” she confirmed.
“Hmm,” the prosecutor drawled. “Is that right?”
A loud bark snapped me out of my head, and I looked over to see Neo standing in the stream looking at me.
I got up and shook out my legs. “You ready to go back now?”
He didn’t exactly confirm, but he did climb out of the stream.
I started running back toward the house, keeping my gaze on the ground as I moved.
Loose rocks and debris might trip me up, but there were several rattlesnakes out searching for the last rays of heat in the day.
It would be just my luck that I’d step on one.
Eleven
True crime detective, couch division.
—Sage’s secret thoughts
Sage
I watched Gentry run out of the gate, leaving it open. He didn’t run out slowly, either. He ran out of the gate like he had something to escape.
I watched some more as Neo stared at the open gate, then at the man that’d just run out of it, then at the gate some more.
It took him only a few seconds to decide what to do, but eventually he took off behind Gentry, catching up easily.
The doorbell rang again, and I glared at it over my shoulder, pissed that she was ruining this moment for me.
I was so proud of Neo.
He’d gone through so much, and every day he faced new and terrifying things on his road to recovery.
The doorbell rang again.
This impatient bitch.
“I was having a fucking moment!” I grumbled loud enough that the woman probably heard the curse but didn’t know exactly what was said. “Not to mention, this is the fourth time you’ve rang that bell. If he was going to answer, he would have.”
The doorbell rang again, and I understood now why Gentry would rather leave than answer the door.
Not to mention, he did have a gate and a very long driveway.
It would be a deterrent to any other person.
Apparently not to his ‘favorite’ receptionist.
