Page 120 of Sweet Sin
I keep my expression reserved still as we exit the hospital, as Miles gives the valet attendant his ticket and some five-dollar bills.
I stand next to him as I wait with Miles for the attendant to bring his car.
His black Mercedes drives up a few minutes later, and the attendant gets out.
Part of me is surprised Miles is driving himself.
Part of me isn’t.
Miles has always been an enigma.
I want to ask where we’re going, but I’m determined not to speak.
I won’t make this easy for him, even though I have acquiesced up to this point.
He may force me to sleep with him—he may beat me and rape me—but I will do what I can to make it difficult.
If I won’t be happy in this marriage, neither will he.
Someone will answer to me. Someone will answer to me why this is so important—Miles and me together.
I thought my father had made a deal. I had done my time, and I could leave. I took the job in Summer Creek. Stopped doing the family’s bidding.
It’s becoming clear that either my father lied to me, or something has happened since then. Something just in the last couple of weeks.
And I’m wondering…
As I look at the events as they’ve unfolded…
Ashley’s death.
Michael Barrett’s accident.
Meeting Falcon.
Being his parole officer.
A lot of coincidences.
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.
But when things line up like this?
More often than not, something else is at work.
I aim to find out what it is.
Because if they have something on Falcon or the Bellamy family, I need to make it go away. For Falcon’s sake. For Raven’s sake. For the sake of the rest of his family, who I don’t even really know.
“You’re quiet,” Miles says.
I say nothing.
“I can order you to talk to me.”
I say nothing.
“You don’t want to know where we’re going?”