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“You know I love them.”
I watch as the two dogs moon over her when she leaves. Hell,everyonemoons over her.
We all love Violet.
I hate the thought of her leaving. When she’s found what she needs to… when she’s completed the job she was supposed to… what then?
My phone rings, and I go to silence it, when I see it’s the Salem police.
“Hello?” I answer the phone as I open Violet’s door.
A loud, high-pitched voice comes over the speaker.
“Mr. Master. It’s me. I’ve been trying to reach you for three days.”
For fuck’s sake, I forgot the PD puts calls from the jail through their secure line, no doubt so they can tap them.
“Have you?” I don’t miss the way Violet’s eyes narrow as she snaps her seat belt shut and mouthswho’s that? I shake my head and head to the driver’s seat.
“I told you I couldn’t help you immediately and would need some time.” I hear something in the background, and a series of clicks.
“I paid you all my inheritance for your help!”
I blow out a breath and try to speak patiently, though I want to hang the fucking phone up. “And I’ll help you as best I can, but allow me to remind you, you’ve been taken into custody, have you not?”
“I have! And I need you to get me out of here. You’re the only one with enough clout that you could do it.”
“I’m sorry. That’s way beyond my pay grade. My team will be in touch.”
“Mr.—”
I hang up the phone.
Violet stares out the window for a moment in silence while I type in the minister’s number on my phone.
“Desperate much?”
“Tell me about it. Jesus.”
“Something’s off about her, Cain.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re just jealous.”
“I am not just jealous. And holyshit.What isthat?”
I look in my rearview mirror and groan. Doesn’t anyone listen to me?
“You… weren’t supposed to see that yet,” I say, shaking my head. “Jesus.”
Her jaw drops. “You are holding out on me! Oh myGod.You bought another truck and didn’t tell me?”
She doesn’t know because the goddamn truck’s for her.
“They weren’t supposed to bring it yet,” I say, backing up so we can leave.
“Oh my God, I want to touch it. Plllleeeease. Pretty, pretty please, can I touch it?” She runs her hand along the dashboard of my truck, as if to appease herself.
“When we get back,” I promise, then add in a teasing voice, “if you behave yourself. Now tell me where to go.”
