She kept going over and over it as she glanced in the mirror every so often to see him. Seriously, how could I have ever been interested in him? He thought I was a murderer. Why would he be interested in me? He was coming to take me to prison. And all the while, he was flirting with me and trying to get me in bed. What did he have a fetish for killers or something? She got angrier and angrier the more she thought about it.
Chloe wasn't entirely sure whom she was mad at, him or herself for almost falling for him. Then she remembered him telling her he had wanted a second taste before she 'expired.' Of course, he never once told her he believed she was innocent. He wasn't leading her on to believe she would go free. She was just blind to the fact that he thought she was guilty. When she got to the station, she headed to the front door. Detective Johnson pulled up and parked just in front of the fire lane, and jumped out of the car to head her off.
"Wrong entrance." He
Chloe was stuck on a crossword puzzle. She had six words left and couldn't think of a single answer for any of them. Brownstone walked over to her desk, and Liam was shuffling behind her, looking a bit pale. Chloe looked at him, then dismissed him with a roll of her eyes and looked back at the paper. She asked Brownstone when she got closer, "What's a ten letter word for trustworthy." "Dependable." Brownstone answered without thinking. "Johnson was the lead detective on this, so I'll let him fill you in and walk you out. However, seeing how he tends to be rather difficult at times." She cut him a look and paused before continuing. "You can call me if you have any questions." Hmmm, thought Chloe as she thanked Brownstone and followed after Liam. She doesn't seem hard to me. Not that I know what that means anyway. Liam walked in silence all the way to Chloe's car and stood at the door averting his eyes. "Well?" She said after five minutes of silence and eye ave
Chloe called her lawyer on her way home. Kelly answered as enthusiastically as ever and transferred the call to Mr. Braun's office. "Chloe! I just got off the phone with Detective Johnson." Mr. Braun sounded as though he might be about to tell her he was going to Disney World. "He said they received an anonymous recording this morning that proved without a doubt your innocence." "A recording?" Kyle never told her how he was getting to clear her name, just that it was guaranteed. "Yes. Someone had a recording of the entire thing, and an anonymous copy was sent to the police. The police are in the process of tracing the package and everything to find out who sent it, but that doesn't matter to us. What matters is you're free!!" "Ok, thanks. Do I owe you fees or something? I know there was a discount and all, but I don't remember how that worked." "Oh yeah, well, we can wa
Kendra was supposed to pick Chloe up, but Jackson was there to get her from the airport. She smiled big at him, and he gave her a hug. She was so happy to be free from the chaos and see a face of a friend. And of course, now she had a friend at home she could rely on. "Where's Kenny?" She asked him. "She got a house call last minute, and I was free, so I offered." He told her and put her suitcase in his trunk. When he got in the car, he looked over at her before pulling away from the curb. "You look good, Chlo." "Huh? Thanks." She smiled again. "I'm so happy you're here. We should hang out while you're in town. I don't know what Kendra has up her sleeve for you, but if you find the time, let me know." "I'd love to. But yeah, it's up to your sister. Her and her itineraries." She told him, and he chuckled. He dropped her off at her Aunt's house and gave her a hug and a kiss on the forehead before handing off her luggage to Emmette, Aunt Lane's a
Chloe was wandering around the deck and so taken by everything; she had never been on a cruise before. She decided she was going to try every restaurant. No, try every restaurant at least twice. She was lost in a food heaven dreamland and wasn't looking where she was going when she bumped into someone. "Pardon, moi." She heard him say, and she looked up to see a gorgeous shirtless guy with perfectly clear blue eyes and long dark brown hair in waves slicked back from his face. His lips were full and a little pouty, and he had a sexy five o'clock shadow along his jaw with a strong chin. She reached out and touched his sexy chest just to see if it were real. "Oh!" She came to when she actually touched some very solid and realized this was indeed not a dream. "I'm sorry." "No, no. My apologies. I seem to have spilled my drink on you," He said to her in a sex-drenched French accent that had Chloe's mouth watering. "I mu
Chloe gathered her luggage and rushed out the door. Jax had volunteered to drop her off at the airport. Apparently, he was having a fight with his girlfriend and wanted to get out of the house and "think for a while." Chloe, of course, had no issues with that. He could think while she stared and drooled.He was already in the driveway of Aunt Laney's villa and helped Chloe load her luggage into the trunk. Then, he stopped and was the one doing the staring. Chloe blinked a few times, trying to understand what he was looking at. She hadn't had a salad or anything that would get stuck in her teeth. Well, she hadn't even opened her mouth much since he had arrived for him to even notice if something were stuck in her teeth. Did she forget to part comb her hair again? She always forgot something when she rushed. She told herself not to rush so much.Jax was still staring at her, and it was starting to get awkward. He was looking at her as though he hadn't notic
Chloe was running late as she locked up her house and walked down her sidewalk to the drive where her car, an old Malibu was patiently waiting. Her phone began to ring, interrupting her. She paused to fish it out and saw a mysterious number on the screen. It was a number she didn't recognize, which wasn't saying too much as she really only knew two numbers by heart. She normally had no problem answering such calls since they were most likely a business call of some sort and fairly painless. Lately, however, she'd been getting strange calls from mysterious numbers, she would answer and hear nothing on the other end for about a couple of minutes before the call went dead. The strange phone calls had started coming about two weeks after she returned from her vacation. It had been nearly three months now, and she had gotten a dozen or so of these strange calls from mysterious numbers. "Hello?"
"Are you still trying to sell your house?" Kyle asked her. "Well I have it listed, but my real estate agent tells me it takes time, so I have to be patient. But it's hard being here with everyone giving me those looks that turn my stomach and make me want to both confront them, telling them, I'm innocent and also hide in the corner like I've done something." She told him then heaved a sigh. "Sorry, I'm always unloading my frustrations on you." "I'll always listen." He told her then smiled slightly with that cute crooked smile of his she rarely saw but loved so much. "What are friends for?" "Mhm." She nibbled on the appetizer and wished she could pronounc
Chloe had thought about Kyle's offer later that night and even googled all the cities he'd mentioned. She'd been to New York before when she was little just before her mother died. Her mother had always wanted to go so her father conspired together with his mother and they were able to finally send her before it was too late. Chloe's grandmother had more money than she knew what to do with but she didn't believe in handing it over to her kids or grandkids for that matter. She wanted them to learn the value of a dollar through hard work. And they did for the most part. Chloe's father had done fairly well with his business although much of that success went to paying for hospital bills when her mother got ill and then again when he got sick. And Chloe’s aunt Delaney had more than enough money. She was a successful fashion stylist who had married a very successful movie producer.Chloe had been to