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Chapter Nineteen
Dylan
“Do you have an extra set of sheets? A pillow?” Cade asks over the back of the couch as I walk out of the bathroom from a shower. He showered before I did, and apparently, he’s getting ready to not join me in my bed. In the act of pulling my hair into a low, wet bun, I frown.
“To sleep,” he clarifies.
I’m still frowning when I tell him, “You can sleep in my bed.”
“You are not sleeping on the couch.”
I stop at the back of the couch and grin down at him. “It’s cute how you’re being a gentleman.” The afternoon was…interesting.
After my little breakdown in the nursery, and the lovely make-out session shortly after, Cade sat beside me as I called my lawyer and agent. I had a press statement ready to go in relation to the Grant Maxwell story.
My lawyer is currently working on going through tapes; apparently these parties weren’t supposed to have recordings, but there actually were quite a few of them.
Including a set from the night I was at the house.
It made me nervous; part of me was still fearful that I did something to put myself in that position.
But having Cade at my side made me want to stand taller.
Stronger.
To be a voice for those people who feel they’re little more than a statistic.
I even re-activated my Tatum O’Malley social media accounts. Already, the press was going crazy over that, over something as simple as them being accessible again. I’m still not convinced I’ll ever “be” her again, but one step at a time.
Tomorrow, my statement will be released.
Tomorrow, I’ll make my #MeToo post public, truly sharing my story.
I just hope I’m not ridiculed over it.
Cade will be beside me though. He doesn’t have to return to Vancouver until Sunday night; I have him for another thirty-six hours.
After the way the day had gone, I am anxiously anticipating how the next hours will go.
And they will not be spent with one of us sleeping on a couch, and the other in a bed.
We slept in one another’s arms the last however many nights we’d been in each other’s company; I’m not about to have that change.
“Come to bed with me, Cade,” I say, far more brazenly than I feel.
The man stares at me…
Stares…
Stares.
And finally, he stands. “Let’s go to bed.”
***
Cade likes to hold me.
And hey, I like when he holds me.
