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“No. He was concerned about our conversation being recorded, plus I’m not exactly someone he wants in his life.”
There was something about the way she spoke the words—as if there was more going on than Allison could know, but had no idea what.
“His bail’s been set at a million dollars. He’s not getting out of jail anytime soon.”
Allison felt herself starting to crumble as her hopeless situation just got worse. “That much? I didn’t know.” A million dollars? That was impossible.
“Bail requires ten percent in cash, plus someone to guarantee the rest, so basically a million dollars is at risk.”
“No one has that kind of money,” Allison whispered, then pressed her lips together. “He’s never coming home, is he?”
“He will. I just don’t know when,” Erica said, meeting her gaze. “Try to remember he loves you and he would do anything for you.” She paused. “What is your plan for Jackson when you go into the hospital?”
The question caught Allison off guard. “I, ah, am going to ask a friend to take care of him.”
“Does this friend know she’ll be asked?”
“Of course.” Allison had never been a good liar and wasn’t sure she’d pulled off this one.
Probably not, she thought when Erica didn’t look convinced.
“And your living situation? Isn’t the lease ending a couple of weeks before your due date? Where are you going?”
Allison raised her chin. No way she was showing weakness in front of this woman. Well, not more than she already had. “I’ll be fine.”
“You’re not answering the question.”
“I don’t owe you an answer.”
“You’re not in a position to have attitude.”
“Right now attitude is all I have.”
Erica stared at her for a long time, then rose. “You need to get your rest. I wanted to tell you about seeing Peter. Whatever happens, the man loves you.” She offered a faint smile. “He called you his princess.”
Allison tried to find comfort in the words as she struggled to her feet. “I’d rather have him home.”
“I know. I wish I could make that happen. Believe me when I say I want nothing more than Peter back in regular life.”
“Why would you care?”
“Because of Summer. She’s very worried.”
“Right. I am sorry about telling her too much.”
“I know.” Erica walked to the front door and pulled it open. “Get some sleep. You need it and so does the baby.”
With that, she was gone.
Erica walked into Killion’s kitchen still groggy from oversleeping. She was usually up before him, but last night she’d been restless. He sat at the table, drinking coffee. He was already showered and dressed and the smell of coffee mingled with the scent of something with cinnamon baking in the oven.
“Good morning,” he said when he saw her. “How do you feel?”
“About how I look.”
“Then you feel good.”
She laughed before collapsing on a chair at the table. “I hate when I wake up looking my age but I’ve reached the point in my life where sleep really matters.”
