Mr. Chalmers was completely unfazed by my angry look, however. He just smiled at the Attorney General. I hoped his lip hurt like hell when he did it. “Ms. Jepsen, a pleasure to see you again.”“I wish I could say the same,” the Attorney General grunted. “I don’t suppose you’ve rethought your positio
His smile didn’t waver and that made me very, very nervous. “Your father will testify that Mr. Killeen was grooming you from the time he married your stepmother.”“My father tried to keep me locked in my room and hit me when I refused to give Caleb up. He had no idea about us. Plus, he’s under Maste
-Caleb-After a day in jail, or at least I thought it was a day, my cell door opened and another prisoner was shoved in.“You’re not the type to end up here,” my cellmate said, eyeing me.“I punched a lawyer,” I replied, trying to sound big and bad. This guy was three times my size, and I wasn’t a s
I looked at him. “Why do you want to protect me?”“Because, kid, you do the right thing. You could be living in the lap of luxury right now, serving one of those two bastards, but you’re living in an RV on the lam. I’m sure you had other things you wanted to be doing with your life,” he said.I rubb
“Good food?” the guy at the window asked sarcastically, looking at the swirls of slop on our trays.“Fantastic. Best prison food I’ve ever had,” Tyson replied with a grin.The dishwasher grumbled and dumped our trays over the trash before throwing them in with the rest of the dishes.I ignored my gr
-Jacey-“Did you really say you wouldn’t testify unless Ms. Jepsen gets Caleb out of jail?” Hansen asked, eyeing me as I sat in the back of the car on the way back from the disastrous deposition.I folded my arms over my chest. “I did.”“And didn’t I tell you that would be a bad idea?” he continued,
“No,” I interrupted. “You have to understand how this works. I am not doing one goddamn thing for you until you get Caleb out of jail. End of conversation. I don’t care how you have to do it. I don’t care what favors you have to call in. I don’t care if you have to give out new favors, or if it look
-Jacey- Caleb’s shoulder bumped against mine, sending a zing of attraction shooting straight to my core. The Suburban had hit another deep pothole on the disused logging road we were taking to my father’s favorite fishing lake in the wilds of Canada. I loved it there. I did not love the fact that