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"How is Alisha doing?" Nick asks Emma in a soft voice.
While I pretend to focus on the punching bag, I find that my eyes keep darting to Emma. Her face has a concerned expression as she speaks, but I can't make out what she's saying. A short while later, Nick pulls her against him and kisses her.
"Okay, hands off each other. Save that shit for the bedroom," Brian mutters.
Nick's head lifts, and a shit-eating grin lights up his face.
"You are jealous that I've got the woman of my dreams and married her while you two struggle to get one yourself."
Emma slaps Nick's chest. "Behave, Nickolas."
With my thoughts circling around Emma's worried expression, and ignoring their playful moment, I ask her, "What's wrong with Alisha?"
"Yesterday, she received a threat letter at her door from the bastard who attacked her."
"What?" My hands ball into fists.
"Amanda made her call the police, and they are looking into it." Emma's eyes dart away as they get glassy. "Alisha hasn't got a decent night's rest since it happened. She's tired and anxious, but too proud and stubborn to ask for help."
Nick gives Emma a kiss on the cheek. "She needs to be ready, Em." Nick places another kiss on her neck and touches her pregnant belly.
"You're right." She sighs, ending the topic by focusing on her husband and asking him another question. "Are you coming to lunch?"
"Yeah." He makes eye contact with Brian and me. "Boys, the three of us are getting a bite to eat. Care to join?"
Brian shakes his head while picking up the water bottle he threw at me. "I need to go back to work. I've got orders arriving this afternoon."
"And you, Cole?" Emma asks.
"Oh, I'm fine. You three have fun."
Nick nods, and after Emma calls her girl, who comes running their way, they leave. The moment Brian says goodbye and heads off to the showers, rage spikes as my mind retells Emma's words about the letter Alisha received.How dare he?I turn back and let my fists hit the bag repeatedly while images of her beat-up face flash through my head. I should have punched his lights out that first time he laid his hands on her at the bar. Maybe then he would have stayed away from her. God, if the security cameras at Six-Pack wouldn't have malfunctioned that night, the police would have had concrete visual evidence to work with. Now they only have her and my description of the man. And mine isn't worth a lot since I couldn't give an accurate, reliable description of the fucker. I keep working out until my muscles ache. And after a shower, I return to focusing on business.
The momentmy ass takes a seat in my king-size chair, and I place my feet on the side table before me, I let out a long, exhausted huff. Time to unwind. And what better way than doing this? Gazing over the magnificent city view from my balcony is the best method to de-stress after a never-ending day. After working out six innovative contracts today, I'm now going to enjoy doing nothing. With my head back and eyes closed, my body relaxes as I listen to the pleasurable static noises coming from downtown. That is until the annoying sound of my cell phone disrupts my moment of peace.
I stretch my arms and flip it to inspect the screen. Unknown? Curious, I answer. "Hello?"
"Good evening, Sir. This is Emily Miller. Sorry to bother you this late, but I'm in a desperate search for Mr. Cole Walker."
I retract my feet off the table and sit up. "Well, you found him."
After an enormous sigh, the woman starts rambling about her extensive quest, and I stop her.
"Ms. Miller, excuse me. Before you continue. Who are you? And why are you calling me?"
"Oh, yes… sorry. I'm Emily Miller of the Department of Children and Family Services in Los Angeles. Do you know a woman named Jessica Davis?"
Startled hearing that name, I rise and gaze up into the air as my memories of Jessica resurface. The voice of Ms. Miller brings me back.
"Mr. Walker, are you still there?" she asks.
"Yes, I am. And to answer your question, I know Miss Davis. Why is that important?"
"Miss Davis has passed away."
I'm stunned, but wondering why I need to know this. "I'm sorry, but Miss Davis and I haven't seen each other in fifteen years."
"Uh, I understand... But I'm looking for Samantha’s father."
