AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Any relevant information I hear, you hear. And I turn a blind eye to anything that comes across my desk with your name on it.”
Gate nodded, “Hence the offer of the mountain cemetery.”
“No more peaceful place to be laid to rest,” Judge Hawthorne smiled.
The old man extended his hand.
Gate shook it.
“Until next time,” the judge said.
“Yes, sir,” Gate agreed.
Out of the office, Gate navigated through the maze of hallways and elevators until he reached outside air, pulling out his phone as soon as his boots hit the front sidewalk.
“S’up?” Talon answered in one.
“You’re not going to believe the shit I just learned,” Gate said, crossing Montgomery and heading toward the parking deck.
“Thought you were meeting with Judge Hawthorne. What’d that old goat want?” Talon asked.
“Gonna say it in person,” Gate answered. “Have Brick and Deuce in my office when I get there.”
“On it,” Talon said and hung up.
Gate slid his phone into his pocket and glanced back at the mid-century modern courthouse, thanking God that he hadn’t run into his ex-wife Anna, who spent most of her time working with battered women and counseling them through the legal process.
The last time he’d crossed paths with her had been at a club party the week before, and she’d looked so damned good and been so damned nice that he’d sent the brunette hanging off his arm packing as soon as Anna left, and he’d lived like a monk ever since.
Granted, that was only a week or so, but the longer Gate watched Talon soak up all the goodness that was Jenna, the more Gate realized that what he had wasn’t what he wanted and that if what he wanted was his ex-wife, he either had to get over her once and for all or figure out a way to get her back.
So what if she had a husband? Gate had killed before, and now he had a brand-new mountain to fill up.
*************************
Anna
I leaned around a marble column and pressed my nose into the glass of a sixth-floor window, trying to keep Gate in my line of vision as long as I could.
Damn, but that man could walk.
Prowlwas more like it. He was still big, and he still moved like the athlete he was in high school. Could have gone to college on his talent. That’s what all the coaches said, but Gate had turned it down.
Instead, he’d gone to work chasing me, put a ring on it, and then given me the two most beautiful babies in the world.
And I’d loved every second of it.
“You ready, Anna?” Brent asked.
Jarred back to present, I cleared my throat and snagged my briefcase from the floor.
“Yep,” I answered.
“You saw him?”
“Yeah,” I sighed. “But no worries. I’m good,” I said, praying that if I said it enough times, it would be true.
I’d seen Gate with women over the years. Plenty of them. But there was something about the brunette he was with last week that had absolutely gutted me.
