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I knew that without a doubt. It was the whole reason I joined the RBMC in the first place. They were my family, and family was always there. “I’ll be back tonight,” I promised. “I just need to talk to Imogen and get a better idea of what my next move is going to be.”
“Imogen telling the cops what happened is what your next move needs to be, brother. That woman is the key to your freedom.”
I shrugged and cranked up my bike. “I’ll see you later.” I roared out of the funeral home parking lot and headed toward the interstate. I needed a cold drink and some food in my stomach.
I hadn’t been able to eat this morning because I was nervous about seeing Imogen after fifteen years.
She looked damn good.
Her long, golden hair was gone and was now pitch black. I couldn’t tell how long it was because she had it piled on top of her head, but I assumed it was still long.
She always teetered on being thick, and she had blossomed into her curves. The black slacks she wore hugged her hips and flared at her knees. The maroon button-down shirt was fitted, and the buttons over her chest were puckered and tugging to keep the shirt closed.
That had been the first time I had the stirrings of a hard-on in a funeral home.
Imogen had turned into the beautiful woman I always knew she would be.
She always held a special place in my heart, which hadn’t changed.
Something about her made me want to protect her from the evil of the world and not let anyone touch her.
She had been mine when I was seventeen, and she still was today, even after all these years.
I knew dragging her into the mess with Darrin Bing was going to be hell, and I still wasn’t sure if I wanted her even to know what was happening. She had already been through so much, and my protection to keep her safe was strong. Even when keeping her safe meant, I would be going down for murder.
I would come back tonight, but I still wasn’t sure it would be anything more than just catching up.
Imogen would be safe, even if it meant I would spend the rest of my life behind bars.
She was worth that and so much more.
*
Chapter Six
Imogen
“Do you think his friend is going to be with him?” Dorothy peeked out the blinds of Mr. Brooks' office and scanned the street. “I wonder if he’s single.”
“Mace?” I asked. I leaned against the doorframe and tried to steady my breathing. Every minute that ticked by and it got closer to five; I could feel my anxiety rising.
Jonathon was going to walk through the door again, and I knew he was coming this time. Though I shouldn’t refer to him as Jonathon anymore. He had been pretty stern about being called Mace.
It seemed to fit the new man who had stood before me earlier. Sure, I could still see Jonathon, but I could also tell he had grown into Mace.
Dorothy glanced at me and rolled her eyes. “I want a man of my own, Imogen, but I’m not that desperate where I am going to try to steal the man who has loved you since infancy.”
“I’ve known him since third grade, Dorothy. That’s not long.”
She scoffed and turned back to the window. “Right, girl. Over twenty years isn’t long at all.”
“Why don’t you get away from the window? He is going to see you when he pulls up.” If he even pulls up. Mace might have just wanted to get eyes on me, and that could be it. Make sure I was still alive, and then go back to not talking for another fifteen years.
I couldn’t be mad at him for the past fifteen years. Yes, I hadn’t been hiding away as a nun in a convent, but I also hadn’t been the one to tell him where I was or what was going on with me.
“He’s not going to be able to see me,” Dorothy sighed. “Besides, you were the one who said it was a good idea if I stayed hidden in the office while the two of you talked. For all you know, he could have been a serial killer for the last fifteen years, and you’re his next prey.”
Dorothy had been the one to come up with that crazy story.
