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“I think suggesting violence is against the police code of ethics,” I say around a laugh. “Although, trust me, there’s nothing I would’ve loved more than that.” I’d have been nice about it. Punch her and then, given my professionalism, stitched her up and sent her back to her cell.
“I like you at his side. You’ve moved yourself up two notches on the devil board.”
* * *
“Any updates?”I ask Luke, walking into his living room after my shower with a cup of tea in my hand.
At first, I thought being alone with him would be weird, but he’s done nothing but make me feel welcome.
No one has heard from or seen Gage.
Willow sent me a link to countless news articles. The media is having a field day with Andy’s story, and Missy was a trending topic on Twitter this morning—#MonsterMissy.
Pictures of them are flooding the internet. Everyone wants justice for Andy, and I’m nervous about how Gage will handle all this attention.
“Sorry,” he answers, shaking his head. He snags his beer from the coffee table and falls back against the cushions, stress lining his dark features. “My friend works for the prosecutor’s office, and according to him, Missy admitted to everything during her visit with Gage and gave him the answers he had been looking for.”
I frown. “As bad as the situation is, I’m glad he got what he had gone there for.”
He shakes his head and whistles. “The fucked up part is what Gage had to do to convince her to admit everything.”
“What do you mean?” My legs feel weak, and I sink down in a chair before I lose my strength to hold myself up. Whatever is coming isn’t good news.
“She insisted he declare his love for her—repeatedly—and that he promise to leave you.”
My heart sinks. “What?” I stutter out. “Are … are you serious?”
He sees the shock and terror on my face. “Lauren, he won’t go through with it. He said what he needed to say. I only wanted to give you a heads-up in case you hear it from someone else who’s not Gage and who doesn’t know the entire story.”
“Wow,” I draw out.
He wouldn’t for real do that, would he?
No way.
“That’s the best word to describe it.”
“No, I thinkfucked upis better,” I say.
He leans forward to tap his beer against my cup. “Looks like we’ve found a winner.”
I rise from my seat and yawn. “I’m going to attempt to get some sleep. Let me know if you hear from him, okay?”
He tilts his head forward. “Of course, and same goes for you. Good night, Lauren.”
“Good night.”
* * *
I can’t sleep.
I’ve tossed, turned, and checked my phone dozens of times.
Still no word from Gage.
My pulse races when the bedroom door opens, and a silhouette of a body moves through the darkness. I blink, adjusting my eyes, and watch him shed his tee. The moonlight shining through the blinds gives me a glimpse of his chest. He hastily shoves his jeans down and slides into bed, wearing only his boxer briefs.
I flip around to look at him. “Jesus, Gage, where have you been? You had me worried sick.”
