“I thought I was, too. But then the hospital called and said Joey was asking for me, so I went to see him.” His eyes lifted to mine. “He wanted to give me his statement.”
I swallowed a gulp that left my voice hoarse. “Joey hit his head pretty hard. Did he remember much?”
“Why don’t you tell me what you remember first?”
“Are you asking for my statement?”
“I’m asking for the truth.”
A week ago, I’d told Vero she should face her fears and speak her truth. That anyone who assumed the worst about her wasn’t good enough for her in the first place. But now, as I sat on the edge of Nick’s bed, looking into his eyes, I understood why she would circumnavigate an entire state just so she wouldn’t have to.
And yet, what kind of future could I hope to have with Nick if I couldn’t do it?
“Ask me anything,” I said cautiously.
“Why did you suspect Joey of trying to kill Steven?”
I licked my lips, willing the liquor to make it easier to speak. “Do you remember the night you were shot, when I left the Westovers’ house, right before they put you in the ambulance?” Nick’s brow furrowed, his eyes darting back and forth between mine. “I went to find Steven. His business partner told me Steven’s vehicle had broken down on his way to the Westovers’ house. I knew the killer was still out there looking for him, and I wanted to get to him before anything happened. I found him stranded on the side of the road a few miles away. As he was getting in my car, someone pulled over and started shooting at us.” Nick tensed, his frown deepening as he straightened in his chair. “We managed to escape without seeing who it was. All I knew was that the shooter was driving a sedan, they were reasonably skilled with a gun, and that Joey wasn’t with you at the Westovers’ that night because he was supposed to be out looking for my ex-husband.”
“Why didn’t you tell me when you came to see me at the hospital?”
“Because Joey was your partner. And because I couldn’t be sure it was him. I had no proof.”
Nick was quiet as he took it all in. “Did you know he’s with Internal Affairs?”
“Not until tonight. Feliks said he thought Joey got himself assigned here as part of some revenge scheme. That Joey was trying to blackmail him. Was he?” I asked, watching Nick for a reaction.
His hand rasped over his stubble. “I asked Joey the same thing. He denied it. He swears it wasn’t him.”
“Do you believe him?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know what I believe, Finn. I thought the guy was my partner, but he’s been keeping secrets from me for months. How do you trust someone after that?”
I looked down into my cup, wishing I knew the answer. “What else did Joey say?”
“He said you saved his life tonight, and if it wasn’t for you, he’d be dead.”
A thick silence blanketed the room. It was the truth, and yet it only skimmed the surface. There was so much more buried in the murk underneath. “Joey wouldn’t have been in danger if I hadn’t suspected him in the first place.”
“That wasn’t your fault and Joey knows it. He told me about the bug in Vero’s phone. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Nick downed the last of his drink. He set down his cup, his eyebrows knitting together as if he was searching for the right words to say. “Joey said you’re not here doing research for a book. That you only came this week to find the person who tried to kill Steven.”
“That’s not the only reason,” I argued.
“I’m not judging you, Finn. After everything Steven put you through, I think it’s admirable that you want to protect him.”
“He’s my children’s father. Of course, I want to protect him, but that’s not the only reason I’m—”
“I know.” Nick rose from his chair, blowing out a long sigh as he limped across the room. His hands were heavy on his hips, his voice rough when he finally spoke. “When Steven was here to pick up the kids, he told me you two are trying to reconcile. That you’re going to start seeing a marriage counselor.”
My jaw dropped. I set down my cup to keep from crushing it. “He told you that?”
“I feel like such an asshole for not seeing it before. I was so wrappedup in how I feel about you that I didn’t stop to think that maybe you wanted something else. It all makes sense now, the way you pull away every time we’re alone together. Like something’s holding you back.”
“That’s not it,” I said, launching to my feet as he paced. “I didn’t pull away because of Steven!”
“You don’t have to explain, Finn. I get it. He’s Delia and Zach’s father, and this is about them as much as it is about you. You had a house and a family and a life together before Theresa came along. And now she’s out of the picture and you feel like maybe the two of you have a chance at working things out, and I don’t blame you one bit for wanting to protect him, or for wanting to have your family back.” He turned to face me, his hand on his chest. “I just wish you’d been honest with me about how you felt.”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Nick thought I was here at the academy because I was still in love with Steven. Because I wanted him back. Nick couldn’t be more wrong about that. But he’d been right about one thing—I hadn’t been honest with him about how I felt.
