Page 23 of To Hate Adam Connor
I hate him. I really, really hate him. I slid back and crossed my arms against my chest.
“What will happen now?” I asked when the silence became too much.
“I’ll talk to him and make him drop the charges,” Olive replied.
“And how do you think you’ll make that happen?” Jason piped up, giving Olive a sideways look.
“I’ll explain that Lucy was just trying to help. I don’t know, be her character witness in a way.”
“No,” he said, in a firmer tone this time.
“I’m not gonna offer myself to him so he will drop the charges against Lucy, Jason.”
“Good to hear,” Jason drawled.
Finally, we got home—well, their home—and drove through the gates. It was pitch-dark, just like my hatred filled heart. Jason killed the engine, but none of us got out.
“I’ll talk to him,” he said a few beats later. “I’ll handle it, Lucy, but you can’t go up there to watch him again. Are we clear?”
“Are we clear?” I mimicked, a small smile forming on my lips. “We’re very clear, my brand new daddy. I promise I won’t spy on stupid boys anymore. Now, tell me, am I grounded or what?”
Chapter Six
Adam
It had been almost a week since what we’d begun to call the incident, and I was still pissed. Pissed at Aiden for not listening to me. Pissed at Dan for not being on top of our security. Hell, I’d fired Anne that evening after I was able to get the whole story out of Aiden, yet I was still pissed at her too.
But more than anyone, I was pissed at myself. How I’d been so careless as to take my eyes away from my son—it didn’t even matter that he was a good kid, I was the one who was responsible for him. I should’ve been on top of things. I should’ve…I guess I should’ve done better.
The gates buzzed open, and I walked in hand in hand with my son. His little fingers squeezed my hand, so I looked down at him.
“Are you ready, Daddy?”
My lips twitched, and I nodded. “Are you?”
He nodded solemnly then looked up at me quickly. “Do you think she hates me?”
“Why would she hate you?” I asked distractedly as we neared the house.
“’Cause I caused big trouble. I think she hates me. I think she doesn’t wanna see me again.”
“I doubt it, buddy, but you’ll ask her yourself so you can be sure, all right?”
“She was very pretty,” he added quietly. “I hope she doesn’t hate me.”
I remained silent. I wanted to go and apologize to that infuriating woman like I wanted a bullet in my head, but from what I’d heard from Aiden and then later Jason Thorn, she had saved my son. Still, if Aiden hadn’t insisted on seeing her again, I would’ve never stepped foot in the house where she was staying.
Dropping the charges should’ve been more than enough for the little stalker.
God, thinking about her was making me crazy. Every time someone mentioned her name—and Aiden mentioned her name a lot—I was back in our backyard, scared out of my mind that some crazy stalker or reporter was hurting Aiden. I could still picture her stormy gray eyes glaring up at me as if she had a leg to stand on when I had her delicate wrist in my grip. I remember wanting to squeeze her pretty little neck with my bare hands every time she opened her mouth to talk.
Yea, seeing that my pulse was starting to speed, seeing her again wasn’t gonna be as easy as I’d thought it would be.
Before I could knock, Jason opened the door.
“Hello there. How can I help you two gentlemen?”
“Are you a movie star?” Aiden asked before I could explain what the hell we were doing at his doorstep.
