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Hannah.”
He pulled back, looking sheepish. “Shit, you shouldn’t apologize to me. I cheated on you. I should’ve done the decent thing and broken up with you before anything happened with Hannah.”
“No argument there.” She glanced over at the door to make sure no one was near. “Tom? Do you know why Hannah came by to see me?”
He peered over at Hannah. “I don’t. I was on-shift the last time I spoke to her. She said she was going into the firm to catch up on her files. Like I told the police, I figured she needed to talk to you.”
She held her purse a little bit tighter. “You spoke to the police?”
“Yeah, they came by to ask me and Hannah’s parents some questions.”
“Did you tell them . . .?”
“About the fact Hannah and I cheated on you?” He squeezed her shoulder. “Nah. I figured it was none of their business, and I knew you didn’t do it. You aren’t capable of hurting anyone. Besides, while they were here, they got a call that told them they’d caught the man who’d done it. Said he’d probably followed her and got in because she hadn’t locked the door.”
She hoped he was right. It was easier than believing the perp was still loose and that she was a target.
Tom scratched his head. “That guy? The one who punched me the other night? That was Jaxon Deveroux, wasn’t it?”
She paused, debating whether to tell him the truth. “Yes.”
“Does he treat you right?”
“Tom, I’m not comfortable discussing my client with you.”
His eyebrows arched. “Your client? In my experience a guy doesn’t react the way he did unless he’s got some real feelings for a girl. Just be careful, Kate. You’re an innocent. It would be easy for a slick man like him to take advantage of you.”
The man who’d cheated on her was giving her advice on men? If she weren’t in the hospital, she’d laugh. Of course, Tom also believed that she’d never hurt anyone and that she was innocent.
“I’ll take that under advisement.” She ambled to the door alongside Tom. “Would you call me and let me know how she’s doing?”
“Yeah. But Kate? She almost died because she wanted to speak with you. Don’t you think you could at least listen to what she’s got to say?”
Could she? Last night she’d felt guilty for indirectly leading Hannah to her apartment. “Honestly, I—” Her cell buzzed in her pocket.
“Go on. Take it.” Tom gave her a sad smile and then returned to Hannah’s bedside.
She pulled out the phone on her way to the elevator. “Hello?”
“Kate Martin?”
The caller was male, but she didn’t recognize the voice. Her pulse skyrocketed. “Yes, who’s this?”
“Master Cole gave me your number. He said you were looking for a session with me.”
Anthony Rinaldi.
“Yes, that’s right, sir.”
“You are a virgin, yes?”
“A virgin? I’m afraid if you’re looking for that, you’re barking up the wrong tree.”
“I meant to electrical play. I’ve grown bored with my usual girls. Cole said you’d be perfect for me, and if he says you’re perfect, I believe him. Come tonight. Ten o’clock in the dungeon. You won’t be disappointed.”
The call disconnected and a shiver ran down her arms, the mafia boss’s taunting promise laid out for her like Pandora’s Box with a big, shiny, red bow.
She didn’t worry that she’d be disappointed.
She worried about the ramifications of her opening that damned box.
Chapter Eight
S HE WALKED OUT of the hospital and was not surprised to see a light dusting of snow coating the ground. That was southeastern Michigan in the fall. It could go from seventy degrees one day to below freezing the next. Of course, it beat the extreme cold and piles of snow they’d have right now in the Upper Peninsula.
She turned off the main roads and onto one of the side streets of the city. As usual, it was empty of both cars and of people. There were no businesses except for the occasional liquor store. Otherwise the
He pulled back, looking sheepish. “Shit, you shouldn’t apologize to me. I cheated on you. I should’ve done the decent thing and broken up with you before anything happened with Hannah.”
“No argument there.” She glanced over at the door to make sure no one was near. “Tom? Do you know why Hannah came by to see me?”
He peered over at Hannah. “I don’t. I was on-shift the last time I spoke to her. She said she was going into the firm to catch up on her files. Like I told the police, I figured she needed to talk to you.”
She held her purse a little bit tighter. “You spoke to the police?”
“Yeah, they came by to ask me and Hannah’s parents some questions.”
“Did you tell them . . .?”
“About the fact Hannah and I cheated on you?” He squeezed her shoulder. “Nah. I figured it was none of their business, and I knew you didn’t do it. You aren’t capable of hurting anyone. Besides, while they were here, they got a call that told them they’d caught the man who’d done it. Said he’d probably followed her and got in because she hadn’t locked the door.”
She hoped he was right. It was easier than believing the perp was still loose and that she was a target.
Tom scratched his head. “That guy? The one who punched me the other night? That was Jaxon Deveroux, wasn’t it?”
She paused, debating whether to tell him the truth. “Yes.”
“Does he treat you right?”
“Tom, I’m not comfortable discussing my client with you.”
His eyebrows arched. “Your client? In my experience a guy doesn’t react the way he did unless he’s got some real feelings for a girl. Just be careful, Kate. You’re an innocent. It would be easy for a slick man like him to take advantage of you.”
The man who’d cheated on her was giving her advice on men? If she weren’t in the hospital, she’d laugh. Of course, Tom also believed that she’d never hurt anyone and that she was innocent.
“I’ll take that under advisement.” She ambled to the door alongside Tom. “Would you call me and let me know how she’s doing?”
“Yeah. But Kate? She almost died because she wanted to speak with you. Don’t you think you could at least listen to what she’s got to say?”
Could she? Last night she’d felt guilty for indirectly leading Hannah to her apartment. “Honestly, I—” Her cell buzzed in her pocket.
“Go on. Take it.” Tom gave her a sad smile and then returned to Hannah’s bedside.
She pulled out the phone on her way to the elevator. “Hello?”
“Kate Martin?”
The caller was male, but she didn’t recognize the voice. Her pulse skyrocketed. “Yes, who’s this?”
“Master Cole gave me your number. He said you were looking for a session with me.”
Anthony Rinaldi.
“Yes, that’s right, sir.”
“You are a virgin, yes?”
“A virgin? I’m afraid if you’re looking for that, you’re barking up the wrong tree.”
“I meant to electrical play. I’ve grown bored with my usual girls. Cole said you’d be perfect for me, and if he says you’re perfect, I believe him. Come tonight. Ten o’clock in the dungeon. You won’t be disappointed.”
The call disconnected and a shiver ran down her arms, the mafia boss’s taunting promise laid out for her like Pandora’s Box with a big, shiny, red bow.
She didn’t worry that she’d be disappointed.
She worried about the ramifications of her opening that damned box.
Chapter Eight
S HE WALKED OUT of the hospital and was not surprised to see a light dusting of snow coating the ground. That was southeastern Michigan in the fall. It could go from seventy degrees one day to below freezing the next. Of course, it beat the extreme cold and piles of snow they’d have right now in the Upper Peninsula.
She turned off the main roads and onto one of the side streets of the city. As usual, it was empty of both cars and of people. There were no businesses except for the occasional liquor store. Otherwise the
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