Page 61 of I Never Stopped Loving You

“So you guys are a thing now?”

“Nah. She’s fun, but she’s not into anything serious. She reminded me of that again last night after you left.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Another reason I need to make sure my desk really is clean. She can make quite a mess.”

“Gross. I’ll text you when I get up there.”

I step out into the hall, but I can hear him quickly rush out after me.

“What are you going to do?” Jeremy asks.

“I’m just going to watch and make sure nothing happens to her. I won’t let her know I’m there unless I need to.”

He silently nods as if he doesn’t believe me, but it’s true. I don’t intend on stepping out of the shadows just yet. I want to watch my little rabbit and see what she does when she’s faced with the truth of her past. Has she really remembered all this time, or will seeing the house cause everything to come flooding back?

Fuck. This is going to be the longest drive of my life.

I pull out my phone and dial one of my favorite people. The one who’s been helping me search for Willow since I met him five years ago.

“The fuck you want, Anderson?” Monty groans from the other end of the line.

“Who shoved a stick up your ass?” I ask as I put the car in reverse, then drive away, speeding out of the parking garage.

“No one…Fuck,” he hisses.

“Am I interrupting something?”

A low moan slips through the phone.

“Jesus, Monty. You could’ve just let me go to voicemail so you could finish.”

“Nah. This heathen likes an audience. Don’t you, slut?”

Her obscene moans come through louder as a smack echoes across the phone line.

“Anyway, what’s up, Boss?”

“I need to get a trace on a phone right now, and also, can you hack it so I can access it?”

“Uhh…Yeah. Give me just a second.”

I think he meant to put the phone on mute before setting it down, but he didn’t. I’m stuck listening to the sounds of him fucking whatever woman was lured into his bed this week. I have to pull the phone away from my face as she comes, screaming his name.

Montgomery Sanderson is by far one of the most brilliant men I’ve ever represented in court. I didn’t even have to try with his case. He literally showed up in my office five years ago with all the papers I’d need to win his case, and said he just needed my pretty face to get him cleared of all charges. All twenty-two of them.

Sure enough, the case was dropped due to negligence and misconduct regarding the illegal collection of evidence. The fucking people who staked out his house cut the main feed for his cameras, but never thought to bring a jammer. They were caught breaking and entering, falsifying a search warrant, and one of them was even caught planting evidence. Idiots.

“Fuck. Sorry, man. It was too fucking good to stop,” he chuckles. I can hear the sound of a lighter flicking before taps on a keyboard. “Okay, boss. Gimme that number.”

CHAPTER 29

NOAH

FOUR YEARS AGO

As I pull up outside the rickety old bar, I can already smell the stench of piss and alcohol wafting in the air. This is where souls go that need to stay hidden. Nice people don’t go to a place like this.