Savvy
Despite all the things going on in my life right now, this night has been perfect. From the best sex I’ve ever had to a yummy dinner we ordered in. Now we are cuddling on the couch. I wish I could bottle this feeling and keep it forever.
Forever. There’s something about Hunter and the way he makes me feel that wants us to be forever. I snuggle closer.
He kisses my forehead. “This is nice,” he says.
I sit up a little and meet his eyes. “It is.”
“Being with you feels so right.” He caresses my cheek. “I want to say more, but I don’t want to scare you. Just know that you’re my one. I have no doubt.”
My entire body tingles at his words. I place my hand over his and pull it down to his chest. “I feel the same.”
He smiles and then leans in and kisses me.
We are interrupted when his phone buzzes loudly on the coffee table.
“I’ll check it later.” He leans down, pressing his lips to mine. But his phone continues to buzz nonstop. “I guess I better check.”
He leans forward, and I immediately miss his touch.
“Oh no,” he says.
I lean forward to read over his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s from Durango. I guess we should have listened to the rest of the podcast.”
“Why?”
“He claims the real puppet master is Reed. He told us to listen to it if we haven’t.”
We cue it up and listen in horror as Peter details how Reed had the cartel kill his partner, Hawthorne, and set up Stacy to take the fall. He even had a guy on there who claimed to be a former cartel member who was in on it. Of course, he only spoke as Mr. Anonymous, and his voice was altered.
“I hate to even ask this, but is there any possibility that there is any truth to this?” I ask.
“Not a chance,” Hunter says. “Stacy killed her husband to get to his money. It didn’t work, so now she’s using her brother with the promise of cash to help get her lies out there. But Reed and Hawthorne were best friends and had been for years. Reed would never do anything to hurt Hawthorne. And what would be his motive? The ownership of the security group went to Stacy, and she was the one who profited from its sale to Stormy.”
“What’s Stormy?” I ask.
“Who. He’s a part owner in another security firmoutside of Seattle. He bought Hawthorne’s share. He’s kind of a silent partner, since he lives across the country.”
“You said Stacy profited? People need to know that,” I say.
Hunter scrolls on his phone. “People need to know the true story, period. Hopefully, our video goes viral.”
He tosses his phone onto the coffee table and sighs. “There isn’t much we can do about it tonight. We should get some sleep.”
He stands and takes my hand. We go upstairs and into his bedroom. It feels more like home than my own place. The thought scares me. We are moving too fast. Or are we? We have been together constantly for weeks. It’s not something I want to think about right now. We have enough going on. I’ll worry about how fast we are moving later.
The next morning,I walk downstairs and find Hunter sitting at the kitchen table with a laptop open. He’s watching a news video. As I get closer, I read the screen. “Stacy Hawthorne’s Attorney.”
“Yes, we will be filing to overturn her conviction. We believe there is enough new evidence to support it. That is all for now.”
Several reporters shout questions at the attorney as she walks away.
“That’s not good,” I say.
“No, it’s not.” He closes the laptop and stands to greet me. “Good morning. I was going to bring coffee up, butthen I got a message that Stacy’s attorney was going to make a statement.”
