-Caleb-The first thing I noticed was that the door wasn’t opening. At least not much. This made the guard next to me scowl.What I saw next made my heart beat fast. Jacey. My Jacey was in my apartment.Sitting on the floor. Duct taped, in her lingerie nightie, with her mouth covered.Rage simmered
“Oh, baby, I love you,” I murmured and kissed her.Jacey started unbuttoning my shirt. I helped with the cuffs blindly, both of us fumbling as we tried to kiss and strip at the same time.“I love you, too,” Jacey said when we came up for air.We didn’t stay that way for long. I bunched up my shirt a
Jacey’s arms descended from over her head to wrap around my neck. “You want to give me a baby, Daddy?”I shivered when she called me ‘daddy.’ It was so fucking hot. “Yeah,” I said, putting my hand over her belly. “Daddy’s gonna put a baby right here.”Jacey bit her lip, and her eyes swam with tears.
-Jacey-I put my hand over Caleb’s as we sat in the fourth row of the church, toward the middle. Caleb had done a wonderful job with the flowers, blues and whites, and Will’s baseball memorabilia was sitting on and around the coffin. All in all, everything was beautiful.The priest had been paid a l
There was a terrible hush then a flurry of murmurs.Masterson spared us a glare, and Caleb shrugged helplessly.My stomach roiled. Was he going to blame us for this?“Ladies and gentlemen, please. The man was only speaking his truth,” Masterson said, dabbing at his eyes. “And he’s right. I should ha
“We could go back in, and I could tell Masterson what I know,” Caleb said. “I know we’re missing the funeral.”“It’s a mockery of a funeral,” I replied, my voice hitching on the last word.His hand stilled in my hair. “I know, baby. I know it is.”I shook my head. “He deserved better than this.”“He
-Caleb-I brought up the information I had on Jacob Ramacher and handed my phone to Masterson. “He’s the son of Gregory Ramacher, head of Ramacher Industries.”Masterson grimaced. “What are they worth?”“Enough to be expensive to buy, but not impossible,” I said reluctantly.“Good. Call the lawyers
“You kids have fun,” one of the guards snickered before locking us in.Jacey was still quiet. I hugged her and rubbed her arms, trying to get a little life back in her. “Hey, baby. I’m sorry about Will Jr.”Jacey looked up at me with wide, wounded eyes. “I don’t want Will going to the other side kno