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“Angel…”
“I know you’re scared, Sawyer… I’m scared, too, but we can’t keep doing this. We’ve only been together for a few weeks and it’s been a roller coaster. I want to have a regular, happy life with you, not more of this.”
He sighs, his fingers kneading my hip. “There has to be another way.”
“You know there’s not.”
“I can’t lose you,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion and I remember the story about Lydia that he told me in the hotel as I press my hand to his cheek and press my forehead to his.
“I love you way too much to leave you, Sawyer.”
He shudders and his arms wrap around my waist. “I still don’t like this.”
“I know,” I answer with a nod. “But once we make it through this, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”
“You mean that?”
I nod. “I do. I want to marry you and have babies with you and build a life with you.”
His hand slips into my hair and he pulls me down onto his lips in a bruising kiss that leaves me breathless as he nods.
“I’m fucking holding you to that.”
I smile. “Good.”
“Juliette,” Blaze says, walking back into the room with Storm and Chance. “I’ve got Rodriguez on the phone. He wants to see if we can call Gavin and set up a time to meet and record the call.”
“Does this mean she won’t have to meet with him?” Sawyer asks, his eyes lighting up and Blaze shakes his head.
“Not exactly,” Rodriguez answers as Blaze sets the phone down on the table in front of us. “If we’re going to charge him and get him out of your lives for good, we need him to either admit to everything on tape or demand a certain amount of money and then take that money from Juliette.”
I release a breath. “Okay.”
“Your main objective here, Juliette, is to get him to admit to trying to hurt you but if he won’t do that, steer the conversation toward the money and see if he’ll take the bait.”
I nod. “Got it.”
“Okay. Make the call and hit me up when you’re done so we can figure out a plan going forward.”
We all agree and once we end the call with Rodriguez, I pull my phone out and bring up Gavin’s number. Blaze sets his phone in the middle of the table and presses record before nodding at me. As I suck in a breath, I dial his number and put the call on speaker.
“Jules?” he answers on the third ring.
“Hi, Gavin. I need to talk to you.”
He releases a breath. “Of course. I’ll meet you anywhere.”
“No,” I reply, shaking my head. “Just over the phone for now.”
“Okay… what’s up?”
Sawyer rubs my back and my stomach rolls.
“Do you have anything to do with the fire at Sawyer’s house? Or me almost getting shot in the woods? Or the accident?”
He’s silent for a moment and my gaze flicks around the room as my heart races.
“It’s complicated, baby. Maybe if we meet up, I could explain it to you.”
