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jangled as the guard stuck one into the hole and turned. “Marsh. Come with me.”
Taylor tensed.
Tanya clapped Taylor on the shoulder. “I hope this is it, and I never see you again. And if I don’t, and you get to exact your revenge, do it Tanya style.” Her eyes sparkled even as her hands stayed still—another rule as they stood with the door open. “Go out with a bang.”
“Thanks, T.” She held out her fist.
The guard stiffened, and a rifle aimed her way.
Tanya bumped it and gave her a nod. “Good luck, girly-girl.”
Taylor tugged at her coveralls. One foot then the other, Tay. “Sorry, ma’am.”
“Hands out,” one guard said while the rifle-holding guard repositioned her weapon.
Cuffs clicked around each of Taylor’s wrists.
“To the first door.” The guard motioned her forward.
She found Hough waiting for her in a small, white-walled room. “Miss Marsh! So good to see you, girl!” Taylor couldn’t hold back the grin. “This is your day. Yours, yours, yours.” Hough wagged a finger at Taylor. “Didn’t I tell you?”
“What’s going on?”
“In your case, nothing.” She pulled her keys from her belt and clicked them into the cuffs as Taylor’s heart fell to her stomach.
She rubbed at her wrists. “Am I being moved?”
“No, shug. We’re settin’ you free of our fine establishment here. I’m to discharge you into your bondsman’s capable hands.”
• • •
Taylor’s welcoming committee stood at the release desk while the first of two interior, electronically-operated doors buzzed.
Open. Wait. Close.
Open. Wait. Close.
The open space of the lobby sent relaxing waves through her body. The freeze came when she made eye contact with Ian. Why did Tripp have to bring him?
Ian. When they’d talked throughout the renovation of Tripp’s house, his voice brought warmth to her soul. When she finally met him at the wedding, she’d thought she might have a heart attack. When he’d shown up at her home, her body had reacted. Every time—different sensations—yet they’d barely talked, let alone spent any time getting to know each other. She didn’t understand her own reaction to him.
With a firm resolve, she stepped forward, touching the top of her hair as if a pat-down would help.
Taylor shuffled her way closer to the trio. “Thank you for coming.” Tripp gave her a nod, Lexi a pat on the shoulder. Ian said nothing, a clear scowl etching lines in his smooth skin. “No one told me why I didn’t have to go to court.” She tugged at the hem of her shirt, straightened her jeans. “Am I off—”
“Out, not off,” Tripp said. “You’d already been in past the maximum forty-eight hours, the judge asked for a plea, I said ‘not guilty’, he set a bond, and there you have it.”
Taylor flitted her gaze between Tripp and Ian. “Bond?” she asked.
The two men turned to each other and back to her. “It’s taken care of,” Tripp said.
Oh, God, please don’t have called my parents. If they had, they’d be standing here. No, not them … Riley. A brief smile nudged her lips. Riley always took care of her.
“So …” Tripp broke the silence. “You’re a suspected murderer, Taylor, and, of course, the press knows. So, be prepared for a barrage when we step out.”
She nodded.
“There will be no comments; no speaking at all.”
She gave him one, final definitive head nod.
“Ian, Lexi and I are here to surround you and keep people from getting in your face. Nothing’s been officially released to the news, so of course, they know everything. And quite a few have been parked outside your house now for days. So, we go through, get to the car and leave.”
Taylor scanned the faces of the people with her. “Where are we going?”
Ian stuffed his hands in his pockets. Tripp’s gaze leapt to the opposite side of the room. Lexi bit at her lip. Oh, God, please don’t make me call my mother. Stop thinking like that. Just call Riley.
“Home is off
Taylor tensed.
Tanya clapped Taylor on the shoulder. “I hope this is it, and I never see you again. And if I don’t, and you get to exact your revenge, do it Tanya style.” Her eyes sparkled even as her hands stayed still—another rule as they stood with the door open. “Go out with a bang.”
“Thanks, T.” She held out her fist.
The guard stiffened, and a rifle aimed her way.
Tanya bumped it and gave her a nod. “Good luck, girly-girl.”
Taylor tugged at her coveralls. One foot then the other, Tay. “Sorry, ma’am.”
“Hands out,” one guard said while the rifle-holding guard repositioned her weapon.
Cuffs clicked around each of Taylor’s wrists.
“To the first door.” The guard motioned her forward.
She found Hough waiting for her in a small, white-walled room. “Miss Marsh! So good to see you, girl!” Taylor couldn’t hold back the grin. “This is your day. Yours, yours, yours.” Hough wagged a finger at Taylor. “Didn’t I tell you?”
“What’s going on?”
“In your case, nothing.” She pulled her keys from her belt and clicked them into the cuffs as Taylor’s heart fell to her stomach.
She rubbed at her wrists. “Am I being moved?”
“No, shug. We’re settin’ you free of our fine establishment here. I’m to discharge you into your bondsman’s capable hands.”
• • •
Taylor’s welcoming committee stood at the release desk while the first of two interior, electronically-operated doors buzzed.
Open. Wait. Close.
Open. Wait. Close.
The open space of the lobby sent relaxing waves through her body. The freeze came when she made eye contact with Ian. Why did Tripp have to bring him?
Ian. When they’d talked throughout the renovation of Tripp’s house, his voice brought warmth to her soul. When she finally met him at the wedding, she’d thought she might have a heart attack. When he’d shown up at her home, her body had reacted. Every time—different sensations—yet they’d barely talked, let alone spent any time getting to know each other. She didn’t understand her own reaction to him.
With a firm resolve, she stepped forward, touching the top of her hair as if a pat-down would help.
Taylor shuffled her way closer to the trio. “Thank you for coming.” Tripp gave her a nod, Lexi a pat on the shoulder. Ian said nothing, a clear scowl etching lines in his smooth skin. “No one told me why I didn’t have to go to court.” She tugged at the hem of her shirt, straightened her jeans. “Am I off—”
“Out, not off,” Tripp said. “You’d already been in past the maximum forty-eight hours, the judge asked for a plea, I said ‘not guilty’, he set a bond, and there you have it.”
Taylor flitted her gaze between Tripp and Ian. “Bond?” she asked.
The two men turned to each other and back to her. “It’s taken care of,” Tripp said.
Oh, God, please don’t have called my parents. If they had, they’d be standing here. No, not them … Riley. A brief smile nudged her lips. Riley always took care of her.
“So …” Tripp broke the silence. “You’re a suspected murderer, Taylor, and, of course, the press knows. So, be prepared for a barrage when we step out.”
She nodded.
“There will be no comments; no speaking at all.”
She gave him one, final definitive head nod.
“Ian, Lexi and I are here to surround you and keep people from getting in your face. Nothing’s been officially released to the news, so of course, they know everything. And quite a few have been parked outside your house now for days. So, we go through, get to the car and leave.”
Taylor scanned the faces of the people with her. “Where are we going?”
Ian stuffed his hands in his pockets. Tripp’s gaze leapt to the opposite side of the room. Lexi bit at her lip. Oh, God, please don’t make me call my mother. Stop thinking like that. Just call Riley.
“Home is off
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