Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
She had a point but…
“She’s really close to the man she calls her father.” I hesitated. “And I don’t want Margery hurt.”
“You hurt her by not sharing about Ida Bell,” she pointed out. “She literally spent the last how many ever years dealing with Felicia, thinking that she had the worst granddaughter in existence. And literally, Ida Bell is awesome, and it’s not fair to keep them away from each other, Bart.”
“Don’t call me Bart,” I grumbled as I dug my thumb into her arch. “And we had a breakthrough today.”
“You did?” she asked, pulling one foot away and shifting the other into its place.
“Yeah,” I answered. “Apparently, Gail saw you driving out of the estate like a bat out of hell with Grams, and made a phone call.”
“Your dad has the place bugged, doesn’t he?”
“To the nines,” I promised. “She called Felicia, and the two of them talked for a solid twenty minutes. My mother charged Felicia with getting you out of my life. Then, when she was done with that order, she called Kurt and asked him to start looking into your financials. I’m sorry, but she knows about the baby. Kurt pulled your bank statements and saw a charge for the doctor’s office. He then hacked into the doctor’s office patient portal and found everything.”
The foot in my hand tensed. “We knew it was only a matter of time.”
I swallowed hard, panic slowly rising inside of me.
“Boone.”
I resumed the massaging, but my heart wasn’t into it anymore, which she knew.
She pulled her foot away, then shifted up onto her knees and crawled into my lap. I didn’t hesitate to maximize the opportunity she’d just given me.
I hugged her tight, burying my face into her throat, and said, “I don’t want her to know.”
Both of us stayed still for a long moment before she said, “We’re doing this the right way, Boone.”
I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against Nettie’s.
A small bump against my abdomen had me squeezing my eyes tighter.
“She fucked up, though,” I said. “When she found out you were pregnant, she admitted on the camera feed that she wants you dead. Even told Kurt to handle it ‘how he saw fit.’”
She clutched at my neck. “Maybe they can arrest her.”
“They can,” I agreed. “Dad’s already turned the video over to the FBI agent handling the case. She’s actually working on an arrest warrant now.”
“Just like that?” She pulled herself away from me. “Will it stick?”
“Conspiracy to commit murder?” I shrugged. “The only money she has is my dad’s. Unless she wants to access the money in her offshore accounts, but I have a feeling Kurt won’t allow her to do that. He’ll promise to take care of it on his own, and then I think he’ll try to disappear.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Because he was booking a flight when he was on the call with my mother.”
Just as I said that, the phone in my pocket rang.
Nettie leaned back and pulled it out of my pocket, smiling when she saw it was Denver.
“Hello, Sinclair.”
“Don’t call me that, girl,” Denver growled.
“Sure,” Nettie agreed, even though we all knew she wouldn’t abide by it.
“Where’s your man?”
My heart leaped when Nettie said, “Underneath me.”
Denver gagged. “That’s my nephew.”
“That’s practically your brother, and you know it,” she pointed out. “And not like that, either. I’m literally just in his lap.”
“If you say so,” Denver sighed. “Kurt Pruitt just got on a flight to Panama.”
Speak of the devil…
“You just let him go?” Nettie screeched.
“What was I supposed to do?” Denver snorted. “Take him out? That’s the FBI’s job now. They said they had it covered, so I chose to trust them. And the hot FBI agent seemed very determined to nail their asses, so I didn’t argue.”
“You’re sleeping with the FBI agent, aren’t you?” Nettie wondered.
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
Nettie sighed. “Just don’t break her heart and make her not want to solve this case. I don’t want to have to marry a murderer.”
My heart leaped all over again.
Marry a murderer.
Was she talking about me?
“You’re marrying Boone?”
Nettie inhaled so loudly that even Denver heard.
Then, with her eyes on mine, she said, “Margery had some good things to say today. Mainly that I had no promised days, and I was making Boone and me miserable for no reason. Not to mention I’d be a dumbass if I let him get away.”
Fourteen
There’s nothing I can’t do. Except reach the top shelf. I can’t do that.
—Nettie to Eddy
Nettie
Shock.
He was staring at me in shock.
I pressed my pointer finger to the middle of his forehead and poked him.
He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.
“On that note,” Denver drawled. “I’m going to go outside and check on my horses. Let me know when the wedding is.”
Denver hung up.
I placed the phone on the couch cushion and stared at the man in shock underneath me.