“That’s it!” Demi points the spoon in his direction as if threatening a launch.
“I’m pretty sure it’s Williams.” Kennedy shakes her head. “In fact, I know it is. I stare at that damn in-house roster just about every week.”
“Nope.” Abel spins the laptop in my direction. “It’s Williamsburg.”
“Shit.” Peter’s face turns to ash. “See if her father’s name is—”
Abel cuts him off, “Bruce Williamsburg?”
Peter slams his palms over the table.
“Williamsburg?” Kamryn glances up in a panic. “I remember that case. Wasn’t he that guy you helped put away? Your client was the one who nailed Bruce’s ass to the wall. The only reason I remember it is because Bruce seemed innocent, and your client should have fried.”
Nobody says anything, nobody moves.
The room fills with the heavy scent of coffee—Kam’s phone goes off, a ridiculously happy song, before she switches it to silent.
Shit. “It looks as if we’re throwing a birthday party this Friday night.”
“And then what?” Kennedy looks genuinely afraid of this Melanie girl. In light of the facts, can’t say I blame her.
“And then you get her to incriminate herself.”
Abel nods to Peter. “We’ll talk to Keith.”
Demi comes over and offers Kennedy a hug. “Call Reese. We have a party to plan.”
The Whole Truth and Nothing but the Truth
Kennedy
Friday night comes far too quickly. Keith is coming to the party. Not only did this news blow my mind, but it should rattle Mel to say the least. Turns out, he was heavily sedated and turned up at Yeats. They found him in the basement of the biology building covered in filth, mumbling to himself. He’s spent the last week recovering in a detox center with no recollection of anything after we parted ways the night he went missing. I talked to Keith on the phone and shared the theory we have on Mel. Keith is more than a little pissed.
Caleb wraps his strong arms around me and buries a kiss into my neck as we stare down at the swelling crowd below.
“It’s almost show time. Reese and Ace are already there.” I point down to where the happy couple stands in an embrace much like this one. Reese has vowed to stay by my side all night. She couldn’t care less that I asked her not to. She said it would seem perfectly normal since we’re always together, since we’re sisters, and she’s right.
I spin to face Caleb and lose myself in the cool blue of his eyes.
“I want to have your babies one day.” My stomach pinches at the words that just flew from my lips. I mean it, true as God. This man is gorgeous inside and out.
“I’m ready when you are.” He lands a kiss to my lips and lingers.
“After law school. I think it’ll be good for the tiny tots to see their parents running a successful practice.” I bite down on my lip. “And, since we’re discussing the parenting portion of our relationship, I suppose that means you trust me. You no longer believe I’m the boldest liar in the universe?”
“I never thought that.” He plunges in with another kiss. “I thought you were the boldest beauty in the universe. Still do.” Caleb pierces into my mouth with his tongue, pressing the blooming hardness in his jeans over my stomach. “You’re right.” He readjusts himself. “We’d better get down there.”
The air outside is crisp, the storm passed, and we’re back to living in a frozen icebox, but that’s never stopped a good party at the lake. Demi and Gavin huddle with Neva and Warren. Zoey is knotted up between them, and, come to think of it, Neva looks as if she’s about to throat punch Zoey.
“Those girls seriously need to get laid and not by Warren,” I whisper.
Caleb’s chest rumbles against mine. “I’ve got a couple of brothers.”
The court declared a mistrial in Solomon’s case. Turns out his ex-girlfriend had already found herself another sucker, aka a boyfriend trying to gift her an alibi. Nevertheless, her trial will be underway soon. It’s getting twice the press coverage because of what the media has dubbed Solomon’s Sacrifice. Not sure what will become of Solomon, though.
“Well, look who’s here!” Reese lunges at me, her arms wrap tight around my body, and she gives an extra tight squeeze. “I’m glued to you tonight,” she whispers straight into my ear. “Don’t even think of getting rid of me.”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
