I shook my head, unwilling to ask him to stay and live this life with me, even if I wanted to. “I shouldn’t have called, it’s involving you too much.”
“You should have called. I waswaitingfor your call.” He pulled my hands closer to his, stroking my knuckles in soft kisses. “I’m so glad you called, there’s nowhere I’d rather be. I still love you, Freya. I never stopped. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it over and over.”
“Come with me then.” Were the only words I could stand to utter.
“With you? W-where?”
“Everywhere.”
“Freya—”
“I’m selling the chalet. We can live off the money for years, let them find us. Portugal, Puerto Rico, Panama—name it.”
“Frey—”
“I don’t trust anyone else,” I squeaked as I sank my fingers into my pocket and pulled out a folded letter. “This arrived at my hotel late last night. Someone slipped it under the door. They know where I am.”
Bradley unfolded the notepaper, eyebrows shooting up when he read the single sentence.
I know what you did.
C
“Who is C?”
“I think it’s the man that murdered my mother. I think he was also sending me letters while I was at the chalet. They were addressed to The Sunday Wife and so creepy.”
“Maybe they weren’t meant for you.
“You think the mailman made a mistake?” Sarcasm laced my words.
“Maybe.” He shrugged. “Even if it was the guy that killed your mom, what does he want from you?”
“He wants revenge.” I folded the letter and tucked it back into my pocket. Hidden, but not forgotten.
“Revenge for what?”
“What I know,” I answered quickly. “And what I took.”
“Freya, what are you involved in?”
“I’m not sure yet,” I shook my head, trying to work out the pieces. “But I’m going to keep publishing what I know anonymously to any news outlet that will listen.”
“Even if it means risking your life?”
“Especially if it means that. Don’t you see, the more I dig, the more I find. And the more they’re rattled by me, the more I know to keep digging.”
“Frey—'' Bradley twisted his fingers in mine. “You know I've always loved you. I’d go to the ends of the earth and back, I’d protect you and our family if it kills me—”
“Again?” I uttered, knowing my words would light a firestorm of possibility in him.
“Always, Frey.”
“I’m scared,” I finally admitted.
“You don’t have to be here as long as I’m here.” Bradley stood, rounding the table to gather me in his arms. “I missed you so damn much, I won’t let go this time. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
I nodded, quiet tears burning my eyelids. “Anything?”
