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“I’ll fight for her. I just need you to answer one more question.”
“You’re out of questions.”
“The one question left that matters to me. Do you trust her, and I mean, do you trust hercompletely?”
Chapter fifty-two
Gabe
Gabe
Trust is not something I give easily and with good reason. I’ve been cut. I’ve been bruised, I’ve had my heart murdered and sewn it back together, with years of pain, in the process. So do I trust Abbie?
“Yes,” I say, facing Reid fully again, letting him see how much I mean that declaration. “I trust her.”
A flicker of surprise touches his expression. “Those are big words coming from you.”
“She was honest with me,” I add. “She told me what she did. She told me she went after her ex through Jean Claude.”
“Because she had to,” Reid says. “Because she’s cornered. Why didn’t she talk to you before she took action? She came to us, to me, to our firm, for help.”
“Kenneth threatened me. She was afraid for me, and us.”
“If there’s anything you aren’t telling me, if there’s anything I need to know, speak it now.”
“What don’t you know? I’ll tell you. Beyond reason and time, that woman matters to me. That’s what you fuckingneed to know.”
He studies me for several expanding beats before he gives a sharp nod of his chin.
“I can’t seem to get through to my mother,” Abbie frets, stepping to my side.
“I thought you took her call?” I ask.
“I did,” she confirms, “but the call dropped and I can’t seem to get back to her now.”
“Let’s call her from the courthouse,” I suggest. “We don’t want to miss Reese’s recess.”
Her cellphone rings again and she glances at her caller ID. “It’s her. I’ll take it in the car.” She answers the line. “Mom. Mom. Yes, I know. I’m fine, but I need you to come back here.”
“Tell her to go to the airport,” I say. “We’ll have a chopper waiting for her.” She nods and starts to turn away, headed for the backdoor. I catch her arm. “I need her to avoid the police until we get her prepped with Reese.”
She covers the phone. “That’s going to make her feel like there’s a problem.”
“Just being cautious, baby,” I say. “We’re all going to be questioned. That’s expected. Prepare her but keep her calm.”
Her expression tightens but she gives me a choppy nod.
“Abigail?” her mother says, her voice lifting through the line.
“Yes, mom,” Abbie replies, returning her attention to the call.
I release her and she turns away while Reid steps close, huddling up with me. “I need to point out the obvious before Reese does: Abbie was married to a billionaire. She has to have the money to pay for a hit.”
“She walked away with nothing but the shelter.”
His brows lift. “Nothing?”
“I told you. She was afraid of him.”
