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Our whole shopping trip goes pretty much like this, with Miller and I arguing over what counts as a necessity. A thirty-minute shopping trip turns into a good two hours before we finally make it to the checkout and then he takes me to our home.
I’msittinginMiller’struck, chatting away with Mom and filling her in on everything that has happened over the past few days as Miller drives us to the ice rink for tonight’s game. Which just happens to be one of the most important games of the season. It’s the game that will determine if my boys make it to The Frozen Four, the semi-finals.
I pull my feet up under me as I skim over the details of the fire and attempted rape as I don’t want to worry Mom. But also because I see Miller’s knuckles turning white as he grasps the steering wheel harder with each new sentence I utter.
I want Miller to be in the right frame of mind for tonight’s game. I would hate for my issues to mess with his head and screw up his chances at winning tonight, even though I know he’s a god on that ice and nothing can stop him. Hell, his anger from my issues would most likely spur him to skate faster and hit harder, but I’m not taking any chances.
I get to the good part of the conversation, letting Mom know all about my new living arrangements, and smirk as I watch Miller’s grip on the steering wheel loosen, pride shining in his eyes. Mom completely brightens up at this news. After the night of the auction, she fell for Miller’s charm, just as I knew she would. I swear, I’ve never seen a mother approve of a man dating her daughter quite so quickly.
My phone beeps with an incoming call, and I quickly glance at the screen to see a private number. “Hey Mom, I’ve got another call. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Okay, my sweet girl,” she says. “I love you. Keep me updated about Brett.”
“Will do. Bye, Mom.”
“Bye, darling. Wish Miller good luck from us,” she says, playing her usual game of never hanging up the phone.
“Okay, Mom. I’ve got to go, bye,” I rush out, hoping I don’t miss the other call.
I hang up before Mom can get started on something else and suddenly feel uneasy about who could be trying to contact me, especially from a private number. I hit answer and hesitantly put the phone back up to my ear. “Hello?”
“Hi, Danielle. This is Officer Samuels,” she says in her too-chirpy, feminine voice.
“Oh, hi,” I say with relief. “How are you?”
Miller turns to me with a questioning raised brow, clearly wondering who’s on the line. “Officer Samuels,” I mouth to him and pull my phone down to hit speakerphone so he can listen in on the conversation.
“I’m good, thanks for asking. Listen, I have some great news,” she starts. Miller reaches over and places his warm hand on my thigh, giving it a small squeeze and smiling at me with encouragement. “We were able to get a confession out of Brett, for both the attempted rape and arson, so he will be going to trial soon. He was surprisingly easy to break.”
“Are you serious?” I gasp, wide-eyed.
“Indeed, I am. He will be behind bars until we can get him in to see the judge, which we are hoping will be next week, and then a trial date should be set. Keep in mind, it could be a few months before the trial actually takes place, but just know that we’re confident he’s going away for a very long time.”
Relief fills me, and I let out a shaky breath as I continue listening. “So, with both your statements and his confession, it will be an open and closed case. During his confession he slipped up and admitted that fire was an attempt on your life, so it looks like he will also be going down for attempted murder,” Officer Samuels says with pride. “God, it is great to get scum bags like that off the streets and where they belong.”
“Wow,” I say, not really sure how to respond. After all, this was a guy I dedicated myself to. I was in love with him. Though considering the beatings, attempted rape, burning down my home, and apparently, the attempt on my life, I guess he’s going exactly where he belongs. “That’s great,” I say as Miller grins over at me and squeezes my leg once again.
“Indeed, it is,” Officer Samuels says. “It would be good for you to be present in court next week, both yourself and Miller.”
“Okay sure,” I tell her. “Anything you need.”
“Excellent. I’ll be in contact with you when I know further details.”
“Great. I’ll wait for your call.”
We say our goodbyes, and I end the call, placing my phone down in the center console and glancing up at Miller in shock. “He’s actually going away,” I breathe in disbelief.
Miller studies my face and slips his hand into mine, placing them both on the gear stick so he can keep shifting. “You good?” he asks.
“Yeah, I think I am. I feel like a huge weight has finally been lifted and I’m truly free,” I tell him. “I’ll never have to worry about him hurting me again.”
“You have no idea how happy that call has made me,” he says, sparing me a glance before returning his gaze back to the road, and I realize he must be feeling the same relief that I am, knowing he doesn’t have to continually be on the lookout for my safety.
He glances back at me, and I suddenly begin feeling very hot. “You better concentrate on the road, Mr. Cain,” I tell him. “Cause if you keep looking at me like that, you’re going to miss your game.”
“Is that a promise?” he asks, his eyes darkening with hunger as that deep tone does wicked things to me.
My cheeks flush, and I clench my thighs. “You know it is.”
