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“Oh my God,” I mumble under my breath. “It is Matthew and Rachelle. They’re both in on it.”
Aiden sits taller. “How do you know?”
Excitement flows through me as I lick my bottom lip. “I heard a conversation between them the day you were arrested. Rachelle said, ‘Are you sure this will work?’ and Matthew replied, ‘It already has, baby.’ It has to be them, Aiden,” I chime, convinced.
He looks at Jenson as the lawyer pulls his phone out of his jacket pocket.
“Tanya. Yes. Can you get Simon to check the records on a Matthew Jones and Rachelle Sanderson? See if there are any abnormalities and get back to me immediately.” Jenson ends the call. “Tell Aiden, I’ll find something concrete on them,” Jenson tells me. “I’m sure they’re not smart enough to completely cover their tracks.”
“I heard what he said. Tell him, thank you,” Aiden relays through the phone.
“Aiden says thank you, Mr. Monroe.”
Jenson does a two-fingered salute as my excitement settles, and I focus on the now. “Are they treating you okay in there?”
“I’m in a cell of my own, so I don’t have to worry about anyone else. Plus, it’s minimum security, so there aren’t any issues so far,” he tries to comfort me. “How are you? Are you doing okay? You look pale.”
I scoff. “I’m more worried about you than myself.”
He frowns. “When was the last time you ate something?” he asks.
I try to think when the last time was. Shit! “It doesn’t matter. I’m fine, I promise. I want you out of here and back in my arms.” Tears well in my eyes, but they don’t spill over onto my cheek this time.
“Jeni, you have to eat. Please promise me you’ll eat? Hopefully, Jenson will be able to find something, and by this time tomorrow, I will be back in your arms.”
“I don’t know what I’ll do if we can’t find anything on Matthew and Rachelle.”
He shakes his head. “Don’t worry about that. Just look after yourself. You still haven’t promised me you’ll eat,” he challenges sternly.
“I promise.” I exhale.
“I love you, Jeni.”
The security guard walks in, and I spin around. “Time’s up,” he grunts.
“I love you so much, Aiden. So very much,” I blurt out in desperation, feeling like this will be the last time we will be together.
“You’re my world, Jenifer Taylor.” He hangs up the phone.
Our hands meet again on opposing sides of the glass partition. I can’t help it this time, I didn’t want to show him my weakness, but tears flow over my cheeks and drop, pooling on my chin.
I feel lost.
He’s so close—but I can’t touch him—I can’t smell him.
This is fucking torture.
The security guard places the handcuffs back on Aiden’s wrists, then leads him out of the room. My heart shatters as he turns back to look at me just before exiting.
I swipe my eyes, angry at myself for allowing them to fall, then I turn to Jenson. “Do you think we’ll find something? Anything?”
I’m hopeful as he looks at me. “I don’t know, but I’ll check into it thoroughly.”
The security guard leads us to the front of the building where we hand in our visitors’ passes and head toward the parking lot. Mike’s waiting for me, and I fill him in on what happened as we drive back to the apartment.
“So, the lawyer’s going to look into it?” Mikes asks.
“As soon as he’s found something, he’ll call me, and I’ll call you.”
