Page 354 of The Doctors Will See You Now

He nodded. “Apparently, she made the call from a burner phone that had been bought with cash and had no name associated with the account. It wasn’t an easy trace, but thankfully, the computer system in the cell phone store along with their security cameras helped verify that it was her. We also have suspicions that she might be involved with the hack to Gossip’s email database. She was brought into custody this morning and is now being investigated.”

“So, what happens now?” Scott asked.

“Well, your name, as well as Harlow’s, has been officially cleared from this. We’ll be issuing a statement to the public this afternoon, along with an explanation of the evidence that we’ve found so far in this investigation.”

“Thank God,” I muttered. “I guess maybe there is a light at the end of the tunnel.”

Scott rested his hand on top of mine and squeezed, practically begging me not to jinx this shit. “Is that all you need from us?”

“The only other thing we need to know is, once all of the facts are found, do you want to press charges against the people responsible?”

“Of course, he fucking does!” I shouted, and Detective Santos chuckled.

“Should I take her word for it?”

“Yes.” Scott grinned. Fucking grinned. For something that was almost unavoidable in the past, he’d done very little of it in the last few weeks. I was fucking thrilled to have it back. “I definitely want to press charges.”

Scott’s happiness only egged my craziness on. I didn’t want it to go away.

“We want to press charges and nail these fuckers into the ground! We’ll accept nothing less than a life sentence,” I added enthusiastically, and Scott laughed.

He fucking laughed.

My mind raced as I tried to come up with my next off-the-wall remark, but Scott was pretty well done with the whole scene, overtly amusing girlfriend or not.

“Yeah, if that’s all you need from us, I think we’ll be leaving now.”

Detective Santos smirked. “Have a good one.”

“You too,” Scott said and grabbed my hand to pull me to my feet. “Come on, Low. Let’s go get some lunch before you try to join the police force.”

“Oh! I’d be an awesome cop!” I said, basking in the glow of his willingness to joke. It’s so good to have him back. He all but dragged me out of the detective’s office.

“No,” he refuted as we wove our way through the bullpen. “You’re going to be an awesome pediatrician. You don’t have time to learn how to shoot a gun and put bad guys in handcuffs while you’re going through med school.”

“Oh my God! I’d get handcuffs, too,” I whined. “Maybe I need to think this whole cop thing over a little more before I make any career changes.”

“You’re crazy,” he muttered, pulling his sunglasses from his shirt, putting them on, and yanking the folded up baseball hat out of his back pocket to put it on. “I fucking love you, but you’re crazy.”

Before I could offer a sarcastic response, the familiar and always blinding flashes of cameras went off like fireworks in front of my face. Ever since the article had been published, the media had been following us around like fucking vultures. And it didn’t matter how discreet we were, they always managed to find us.

Jesus, when would this end?

Scott wrapped his arm around my shoulder protectively and tucked me into his side. “Just keep your nose to the ground and stay close to me, okay? I’ll handle the rest,” he whispered.

“Okay,” I agreed, letting him lead us through the throng of vipers trying to get our attention.

“Scott! Harlow! Over here!”

“Did you really believe she didn’t write the article, Scott?”

“How can you trust him now, Harlow?”

“Are you getting married?”

“Is Harlow pregnant?”

God, it never ended, and it didn’t matter that the police had cleared Scott’s name and that Gossip had done the press conference as well as printed a statement that the article was fake. The media still wanted to keep the spotlight on the two of us. And they didn’t want happy endings; they wanted fucking blood. If it bleeds, it leads sort of thing.