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He hung up the phone, sweeping me into his arms. As he walked to the fridge, I couldn’t ignore the smile he wore. It was real again. Beautiful. For me. Opening the door, he handed me the turkey and crackers. He grabbed two waters, leading us towards the hall. When we approached my room, he slowed, but he didn’t stop. He kept walking straight, taking us right into his room. His heart was racing under my hand, and his smile was gone.
“Are you okay?”
“I hate that room. I want to burn it to the ground. I never want to go in there again.”
“My room?”
“I don’t want to talk about it right now. Let’s eat. Me first.”
He placed me down, kicking off his shoes as I opened the lid. His finger shot up, a clear warning for me not to eat. Instead, he moved in closer, sliding off my own shoes before climbing on the bed to pop a cracker, turkey, and a slice of cheese in his mouth.
“We wait fifteen minutes. If I’m okay, you can have some.” He grabbed the remote. “I know you don’t care for television, but why don’t you find us something to watch.”
The evening news filled the screen the moment I turned it on. I hit the guide, watching the anchorman shrink in size to fit in the upper top corner. He continued with his talk of city budget cuts as I paid more attention to the shows rotating down.
“You did this last time I gave you the remote.” Jase grabbed his water, climbing up on the bed next to me. “I think you watched this preview channel for an hour before you decided that you couldn’t decide.”
“There was nothing interesting on. I’ve already seen every episode of my ghost show. Maybe I’ll find something new tonight.”
“What about that?”
“The action movie? I think I’ve seen that before. I wasn’t a fan.”
He paused as it continued to scroll.
“They battle each other on that show. It could be fun to watch.”
“Battle with what?”
“Not with things. There are obstacles. Whoever goes the furthest and gets the fastest time wins.”
“Oh, that might be okay.” I lifted the remote, stopping as an all-too familiar name filled the room.
“In other news, it appears the mystery involving You2’s chief executive officer and owner, Jase Colter deepens. We reported just days ago he was spotted arriving at Memorial Medical with who we can now confirm is local, former kidnapping victim, Kody Marshall. For weeks, rumors have speculated on a possible relationship between the two, and tonight we’re able to officially confirm their status.”
Crackling filled the room as Jase gripped tightly to the bottled water. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
“That was fast. Scary fast.”
“Our sources say they are dating, and from this footage captured of them not an hour ago leaving Memorial Medical, you can see just how serious it’s getting. But is that good or bad? We know the violent history with Jase Colter. Protector? Or perpetrator?”
One of the reporters widened their eyes dramatically, picking up where the other left off. “Interesting questions. If one threat on her life wasn’t enough, in a bizarre twist, Kody Marshall was admitted for food poisoning that nearly took her life just over a week ago. Medical Memorial confirms she’s finally been released, but that hasn’t stopped the FBI from stepping in for their own investigation in the matter. What’s really going on with Kody Marshall, and where does Jase Colter fit into it?”
Chapter 30
Kody
It was absurd. Uncalled for. Ridiculous! I was furious the more time that passed since the broadcast. What were people thinking? How would they look at Jase after this? Had those stupid newscasters really insinuated him being involved in such horrible acts towards me? And not just that. Did they really think I’d stick around if he’d truly committed them?
“Surely, this isn’t going to continue much longer. Kody, you have to let it go. It’s been days.”
“Eleven days.”
“And they haven’t mentioned anything further. It was a jab at me for knocking out their reporter back in the day. They’ll never let it go, and it’s fine. Do you see me stressing out about it?”
“You should. They made it sound like the FBI was focused on you for what happened to me. As if you poisoned and kidnapped me. They didn’t say it, but they didn’t have to. You should sue them or at the least write them. No, I’ll write them.”
“You will not.”
