AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I’ll put you first,” she continued. “You’re always taking care of things for everyone. I’ll take care of you.”
Seth felt his eyes burn. He swallowed hard and turned his face away to draw a deep breath.
“That was what I was thinking as I stood there, waiting for you to beat Hugh up while you thought no one was looking.”
Seth’s lips curled, and she rested her face against his chest.
“But all you did was take care of him. So that was when I decided. I’ll put you first. I’ll take care of you.”
He squeezed her tight against himself.
“I love you too, Seth.” Clary tipped her head back again after a moment. “I think your phone’s vibrating.”
“It’s not important.”
She chuckled and took a step back. “Answer it.” She glanced over at Hugh. “Won’t he still have access to his trust fund if his parents kick him out?”
Seth shrugged. “I have no idea.” But he almost groaned when he realized he had Hugh to thank for the turnaround in the situation. Then he saw the name on the screen and sighed.
“My nonna calling you?”
“Detective Murphy.”
CHAPTER 18
Seth wanted to ignore Detective Murphy’s call, but he also wanted to know if the detective found anything at the address where UPS picked up the slashed-mannequin package.
“Answer it,” Clary said. “We can take the stairs.”
He took her hand when she turned. “I have a space heater in my workspace.”
She cracked a smile. “I’ll go grab it. You answer the call.” She disappeared into his workspace in the corner of the garage, just as the elevator door opened.
“Seth!” Oliver came running out.
Seth held his index finger up and turned to show Oliver that he was on the phone. “Yes, detective.”
Oliver waved it off. “It’s not important. Clary’s gone!”
“Miss Fiore is gone?” the detective asked on the call.
“No,” Seth said. “Hang on.”
“This is my resignation letter.” Oliver stuffed an envelope into Seth’s hand. “I don’t care about my research.”
“Yes, you do.” Seth pushed the letter back to him. “You—”
“She’s gone!”
“No she isn’t,” Seth said into the phone. “Can I call you back?”
“Is everything okay?” Detective Murphy asked.
“I mean, her things are still here, but she’s not in her room. You have to—”
“I’m here, Oliver.” Clary walked out with the heater in hand.
“Oh.” Oliver scratched his head.
