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We say our goodbyes and head back to the beach house to pack. On our way we make a quick stop at a hardware store. When I glance at Aiden, he says, “Seems I need to change my locks before we leave.” I sigh, nodding my head.
A few hours later with two locks changed and new security codes, we are on our way home. Our drive home isn’t as exciting as our drive here. So much has happened in these two days it feels like it’s been a week since we left. It’s a little overwhelming to even think about. My mind drifts off to the free fall from the plane. I let out a long sigh. I want that feeling back.
“What are you thinking about?” Aiden says, grabbing my hand.
“Free falling,” I whisper, looking in his direction. He squeezes my hand and nods but doesn’t say anything.
Syd’s ringtone goes off from my purse. The song immediately lightens my mood. I pull out my phone and answer.
When I press the end button, I’m grinning from ear to ear, trying not to scream. I wiggle in my seat and clap. Aiden squeezes my thigh. “I hope I can make you that excited someday?”
“Oh, you definitely know how to get me excited,” I purr.
He growls, “Addison.”
I laugh and grab his hand as it starts to inch up my leg. “Syd got a couple of callbacks from her job interviews. They want her to come back for a second interview,” I say, trying to contain my excitement. “She’s going to come back next week.”
“That’s great news, sweetheart. I know one guy, in particular, who might be just as excited as you.” He smiles, shaking his head.
Chapter Forty-eight
Aiden
“AGENT ROBERTS,” I answer my phone.
“Hey, Aiden.” It’s Trent, the Assistant District Attorney. “I wanted to give you a heads up. I’m not sure why, but Travis Stein is requesting to see Addison Mason.” He pauses. “I know that you know Addison.” He chuckles. Of course, the infamous video. “I’m a little concerned about Travis requesting to see her. You might want to keep an eye out in case he is trying to seek revenge.”
Of course the ADA doesn’t have any idea about Addison’s short-lived stay at Travis’s and I’d like to keep it that way. What game is Travis playing?
“Thanks, Trent, for letting me know. Do you think I can talk to Addison about this before you guys do?” I need to make sure she doesn’t decide to accept.
“Sure, but you better hurry. I’ll bet he has his attorney trying to find her and pass on his message. We need to make sure she isn’t in any kind of danger.”
“I’m on it today. Thanks again, Trent.” I press the end button. I blow out a long breath. Addison and I are getting closer every day, even after the disaster with Jessie. I still can’t believe that shit.
This week, even though work has been extremely busy trying to find the killer taking out entire families, we’ve been able to see each other a couple times. As much as we’ve been through already, I feel like I’m about to poke a sleeping bear.
God, I hope I’m wrong.
* * *
I walk into the crime lab and make my way over to Addison’s office.
“Hey, Aiden. Addison’s on the phone,” Becca, the front receptionist, tells me. I keep walking and wave my hand at her. I chuckle to myself, thinking I’ve been in this office hundreds of times since our departments work together and no one has ever questioned or assumed why I’m here other than work; now when I come in, everyone automatically thinks I’m here for Addison.
I can see Addison hanging up her phone as I walk over to her office. “Knock, knock,” I say as I peek through her door. She’s wearing her lab coat and her hair is in a ponytail. Fuck, she’s beautiful. When she glances up, her eyes sparkle and she smiles wide. For now. It kills me to bring up Travis. She’s finally ready to let go of whatever it is she’s holding in, and I’m afraid I’m about to open it right back up.
She’s tilts her head. “Well, it doesn’t look like you’re here to sing me a song.” She nervously laughs. She’s good at reading people, reading me.
I walk in and close her door. “We’ve got to talk,” I sigh. Her eyes widen in surprise but quickly turn questioning. “Travis Stein has requested to see you.”
Her face turns to stone. Any emotion she’s feeling, she’s hiding. The silence is deafening. I need her to act surprised or appalled that he wants to see her. I need her to talk to me.
Something.
I break the silence. “Addison, please tell me why he wants to see you.” She remains silent. “Talk to me, dammit!” She jumps as I slam my hands down on her desk in frustration.
“Aiden, can you please leave?” Her voice is hollow. She’s shutting down. Shutting me out. Fuck that.
