AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Okay. No problem. I’ll let her know you’re in there. Thanks again for the sandwich. It was right on time.”
“Anytime.”
Laz strolled into the office and was immediately hit with Journey’s signature scent of jasmine permeating the air. He inhaled deeply and released the breath slowly as he glanced around the space.
Not much had changed since he’d been there last, except there were more books, awards, and photos on the floor-to-ceiling shelves lining one side of the room. On the other side were lateral filing cabinets with the bouquet of orchids he had sent her yesterday sitting on top.
He moved further into the space, past two guest chairs, and placed the bag with their lunch on the edge of Journey’s large oak desk. He looked around, hoping to spot something that could shed light on what Casey had told him. For the most part, the desk was cleared off except for a couple of pens, an appointment book that was spread open, and a few office supplies. It was as neat and organized as usual. Though tempted, Laz didn’t bother tugging on the desk drawers he knew would be locked.
Laz turned to the office door when he heard Journey’s voice, and within seconds she walked in, looking as professional and sexy as usual. He always loved seeing her in one of her suits, especially when she was wearing a skirt. She had the prettiest pair of legs he’d ever seen on a woman, and her shoe game was always on point. Those were a few of her features that had initially snagged his attention years ago.
“Hey, you,” she said, closing the door behind her.
Laz’s first instinct was to lay into her about not telling him about the threats. Instead, he met her in the center of the room and pulled her against him.
“Hey.” He lowered his head, and his lips covered hers.
The thought of someone threatening her was still at the forefront of his mind. Yet, as his tongue explored the inner recesses of her luscious mouth, some of the anxiousness seeped from his body, and he put all of his focus on kissing the love of his life.
His right arm tightened around her waist, drawing her closer as he deepened their lip-lock. If only they could stay like that for the rest of their lives. Or hell, he’d even take just staying like that for the rest of the day because then all would be perfect in their lives.
But that wasn’t reality, and they definitely needed to talk.
Laz slowly pulled his mouth from hers.
“Wow, what a greeting,” Journey said, smiling up at him, her red lipstick slightly smudged. But it didn’t detract from her gorgeousness. “Can you be here whenever I return to my office, especially on court days, and kiss me just like that?”
A smile kicked up the corner of Laz’s mouth. “Sure. Whatever you want. Whatever you need.”
“Hmm…whatever I need….”
Journey laid her head against his chest, careful to stay on his good side, and sighed. Laz knew she was probably tired. The last few days had been like something out of a movie, and though they had lounged around the night before, she hadn’t slept well.
“We need to talk,” he said before he got too comfortable holding her. He eased his arm from around her waist and perched on the edge of her desk. “Why didn’t you tell me that someone’s been threatening you? Let me see the letters or whatever the hell they sent. Or was it phone calls that you received?”
She released a heavy sigh. “Laz…please don’t—”
“Don’t what?” he snapped, unable to help himself but trying to keep his voice down. “Don’t protect my wife? Don’t find the motherfucker who’s sending you threats? Don’t what? Why didn’t you tell me?”
She huffed out a breath and unlocked her bottom desk drawer. “They were letters. Harmless threats. One of the reasons I didn’t say anything was because I didn’t want to jeopardize the case. The DA has been on vacation, and if he got wind of the threats, he might pull me from the case.”
Laz pushed off the desk, gritting his teeth as he struggled to hold on to his temper. “Jay—”
“Besides, it’s not like it’s the first time. You know as well as I do that as a lawyer, especially a prosecutor, it comes with a job.”
“Let me see the letters—and what’s the other reason you didn’t tell me?”
“Because….” she started, refusing to make eye contact with him.
That told him what he suspected—that she either thought he didn’t care, or she assumed he’d snap and be out for blood. The latter was probably true.
“At the time, we weren’t in a good place, and I didn’t want to make things worse.” She yanked open the drawer and pulled out a manila folder.
She tried to hand the papers to him, but Laz asked, “Are those the originals?”
“No, they’re copies,” she said, and he accepted them while she stood and moved closer to him. “Prentice has the originals. He had them checked for fingerprints, but there are no clues as to who might’ve sent them.”
Laz set the papers down on the desk and pulled her close. “Look at me,” he demanded, and she met his eyes. “You are the most important person in my life. That’s never going to change. Whether we are pissed at each other…or on different sides of the world. There isnothingthat will stop me from loving you and wanting to protect you. Understand?”
