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The last six months had been pure torture.
When I’d started laying everything out in that file, I’d thought for sure that it was it for me. That it was the last time that I’d ever talk to Kobe because there was no way he was going to forgive me for this one.
But him being here…holy hell. That meant he forgave me.
A burst of what felt like hope took root in my belly, sending my cold body into a warmness it hadn’t felt in a very, very long time.
Not since the night that he’d helped me deliver JP.
Opening my mouth, words started to pour out of it.
“So you know?” I asked, feeling the butterflies take flight. “You read the whole file? And you’re okay with it?”
“What file?” he asked. “And am I okay with what?”
I felt myself instantly deflate.
He didn’t know what I was talking about.
After all this time, I figured he’d finally found me and was ready to confront me.
But if he hadn’t read the file…why was he here?
“Your first and only cold case,” I whispered. “The one you couldn’t solve.”
I saw the understanding dawn on his face and knew that my hope was premature.
Of course he didn’t know.
As of last night, he hadn’t accessed any of that information on his computer.
I saw the confusion clear from his face as the agony re-formed a wall deep in my belly, making me feel even heavier than before.
No, he definitely didn’t know what I was talking about and why it was so important.
“I haven’t gone into that case file in a year,” he admitted. “Which you should know. You see all of that, everything I do on my computer, don’t you?”
I did and I do.
The moment he made a single keystroke on his computer, I knew.
I could literally sit down at my computer and mirror his every single move on my computer screen.
The flame inside of me withered and died.
“Do me a favor,” I heard myself say, not able to look at him. “Look up the information in that old case file.” I swallowed hard. “When you do…and if you still want to talk to me, you know where to find me.”
His eyes went dark and heated for a few long seconds, then his gaze went back to my lips.
He’d been doing that a lot.
“Should we be worried that JP isn’t in the room anymore?” he asked.
His worry and concern for my daughter was slightly euphoria inducing. I loved that he cared whether she was okay.
Would he care once he read that case file?
Would he come back?
