expect it
to heal overnight. It took time and patience. He was going through
the stages. Right now I was guessing he was at the anger stage and
to be honest I'd rather clean up some broken glass than slit
wrists–or worse.
"Yeah, well someone better go check on him,"
Dixon grumbled. "Wouldn't be surprised if the cops have picked him
up. Fucking lunatic."
"Watch your mouth, dumbass," I snarled. "Keep
your mouth shut about Derek and I'll pay for the damage…" My voice
trailed off as my eyes took in a very flushed looking Lee stalking
back to our table.
I hung up, slipped my phone in my pocket
while keeping my eyes trained on my fiancée. Holy shit, she looked
pissed. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her jaw tight with tension as she
silently lifted Hope out of her highchair and held her to her
chest. "What are you doing?" I asked cautiously.
Glaring down at me, she whispered, "I don't
walk away from my children."
"Lee, she didn't walk away for no reason," I
argued. "I'm not saying what she did was right…"
"Don't," she hissed as she clutched Hope to
her chest. Tears filled her eyes and I watched as she blinked them
away roughly. "Just leave it alone, Kyle."
I shook my head in defeat as I pushed my
chair back and stood. "I have a meeting with Kelsie in a half
hour," I said with a sigh. There was no point in fighting. She
wasn't thinking clearly and I was too fucking stubborn to back
down. "I need to go check on Derek afterwards. Will you be okay on
your own?"
She nodded her head once before turning on
her heel and hobbling out of the restaurant with Hope in her
arms.
"Stay in the suite," I called after her.
Shit.
****
"Another one," I muttered as I strolled into
Kelsie's office and dropped the letter on her desk. Sinking into
the chair opposite Kelsie, I drummed my fingers against the
armrests of my chair in agitation. This day was going from bad to
downright catastrophic. Lee was pissed with me. Derek was AWOL. I'd
just spent the last two hours trying to convince Dixon fucking
Jones not to press charges and when I finally got that mess cleaned
up, I get another damn letter from Rachel… "When is she gonna get
it through her thick fucking skull that I am not going to visit
her."
"This is good, Mr. Carter," Kelsie mumbled as
she tore open the envelope and poured over the hand-written letter
inside. "Do you want to read it?" she asked as she peered up at me
through her overly large glasses. "It may be of interest to
you."
"Hell no," I grumbled as I pulled at my tie.
"I just want this nightmare to be over."
"April thirteenth," Kelsie muttered as she
leveled her gaze on my face. "That gives us a little under four
months. If we don't break her down, Lee goes to the stand on April
thirteenth."
"Then crush her," I snarled. Leaning forward,
I rested my elbows on her desk. "I want you to do everything in
your power to obliterate that woman. Take her down, Kelsie, and
I'll make sure you're set for life."
"We have to do this as above board as
possible, Mr. Carter."
"No trial," I hissed as I pushed my chair
back and stood. "Do whatever the hell you have to…just get her to
change her plea. I don't want my girl on that stand." I fucking
hated using my money as a bargaining tool, but we were on countdown
and Lee…Jesus, I was not going to stand by and watch her be picked
apart by Rachel's defense team or have her name dragged through the
mud again.
"Any suggestions on how to…sway her?" Kelsie
asked and I was pretty sure she was being sarcastic.
"Do you thing I'm joking?" I demanded. "This
is my goddamn reality, Kelsie. It's not a game."
She paled and shook her head. "No, Mr.
Carter…"
"Money," I said with a sigh. "Money is Rachel
Grayson's god."
****
Lee
As I pushed Hope's strolled down the path
towards Cam's grave I could feel my anger dissipating. I knew I
couldn't hide from Kyle forever, but I couldn't sit in that hotel
room and wait for him to come home either. I'd said some pretty
horrible
to heal overnight. It took time and patience. He was going through
the stages. Right now I was guessing he was at the anger stage and
to be honest I'd rather clean up some broken glass than slit
wrists–or worse.
"Yeah, well someone better go check on him,"
Dixon grumbled. "Wouldn't be surprised if the cops have picked him
up. Fucking lunatic."
"Watch your mouth, dumbass," I snarled. "Keep
your mouth shut about Derek and I'll pay for the damage…" My voice
trailed off as my eyes took in a very flushed looking Lee stalking
back to our table.
I hung up, slipped my phone in my pocket
while keeping my eyes trained on my fiancée. Holy shit, she looked
pissed. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her jaw tight with tension as she
silently lifted Hope out of her highchair and held her to her
chest. "What are you doing?" I asked cautiously.
Glaring down at me, she whispered, "I don't
walk away from my children."
"Lee, she didn't walk away for no reason," I
argued. "I'm not saying what she did was right…"
"Don't," she hissed as she clutched Hope to
her chest. Tears filled her eyes and I watched as she blinked them
away roughly. "Just leave it alone, Kyle."
I shook my head in defeat as I pushed my
chair back and stood. "I have a meeting with Kelsie in a half
hour," I said with a sigh. There was no point in fighting. She
wasn't thinking clearly and I was too fucking stubborn to back
down. "I need to go check on Derek afterwards. Will you be okay on
your own?"
She nodded her head once before turning on
her heel and hobbling out of the restaurant with Hope in her
arms.
"Stay in the suite," I called after her.
Shit.
****
"Another one," I muttered as I strolled into
Kelsie's office and dropped the letter on her desk. Sinking into
the chair opposite Kelsie, I drummed my fingers against the
armrests of my chair in agitation. This day was going from bad to
downright catastrophic. Lee was pissed with me. Derek was AWOL. I'd
just spent the last two hours trying to convince Dixon fucking
Jones not to press charges and when I finally got that mess cleaned
up, I get another damn letter from Rachel… "When is she gonna get
it through her thick fucking skull that I am not going to visit
her."
"This is good, Mr. Carter," Kelsie mumbled as
she tore open the envelope and poured over the hand-written letter
inside. "Do you want to read it?" she asked as she peered up at me
through her overly large glasses. "It may be of interest to
you."
"Hell no," I grumbled as I pulled at my tie.
"I just want this nightmare to be over."
"April thirteenth," Kelsie muttered as she
leveled her gaze on my face. "That gives us a little under four
months. If we don't break her down, Lee goes to the stand on April
thirteenth."
"Then crush her," I snarled. Leaning forward,
I rested my elbows on her desk. "I want you to do everything in
your power to obliterate that woman. Take her down, Kelsie, and
I'll make sure you're set for life."
"We have to do this as above board as
possible, Mr. Carter."
"No trial," I hissed as I pushed my chair
back and stood. "Do whatever the hell you have to…just get her to
change her plea. I don't want my girl on that stand." I fucking
hated using my money as a bargaining tool, but we were on countdown
and Lee…Jesus, I was not going to stand by and watch her be picked
apart by Rachel's defense team or have her name dragged through the
mud again.
"Any suggestions on how to…sway her?" Kelsie
asked and I was pretty sure she was being sarcastic.
"Do you thing I'm joking?" I demanded. "This
is my goddamn reality, Kelsie. It's not a game."
She paled and shook her head. "No, Mr.
Carter…"
"Money," I said with a sigh. "Money is Rachel
Grayson's god."
****
Lee
As I pushed Hope's strolled down the path
towards Cam's grave I could feel my anger dissipating. I knew I
couldn't hide from Kyle forever, but I couldn't sit in that hotel
room and wait for him to come home either. I'd said some pretty
horrible
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