Chapters (32)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Francisca
- Francisca
- Francisca
- Francisca
- Dayton
- Francisca
- Dayton
- Franny
- Dayton
- Dayton
- Francisca
- Francisca
- Dayton
- Francisca
- Francisca
- Francisca
- Francisca
- Dayton
- Dayton
- Francisca
- Dayton
- Francisca
- Dayton
- Dayton
- Epilogue
- Thank You!
- Have you read Before We Fall?
- Have you read Before This Ends?
- About Aurora Rose Reynolds
- Other Books by Aurora Rose Reynolds
“Yeah, I want to have most of the documents gone through by Monday so I can schedule appointments to meet with the family of the victim and the detectives who opened the case.” He carries a jug of orange juice over to me.
“Is it normal to meet with the family?”
“Yes, we like to fill them in on what is about to take place. But in this case, I’d like to have everyone on the same page since there is a lot of doubt surrounding the person who allegedly committed the crime, and I don’t want any of them siding with the defense when we bring charges forward.” He fills a glass with orange juice and slides it over to me.
“Thanks.” I pick it up and take a sip, watching him put two pieces of bread in the toaster.
“I need to talk to you about something.” He comes back to stand in front of me, resting his hands on the counter, his T-shirt stretching under the strain of his muscular torso.
“Okay.” I brace myself. I don’t know if it’s the expression on his face or just the way he’s holding himself, but I have a feeling whatever he’s going to say isn’t going to be good.
“My secretary overheard our conversation when you came into the office,” he tells me, and my stomach drops. “She told Billy about it, and today, he put two and two together.”
“Oh,” I whisper, feeling lightheaded.
“I don’t want you stressed about the situation, but I need to talk to you about it so you’re not blindsided by what’s about to happen.”
“What’s about to happen?” My brows draw together. “Is he going to go to my dad?” The idea is ridiculous. I’m not a teenager, and I don’t live at home. And my dad might be disappointed—maybe even a little angry—when he finds out I’m pregnant, but again I’m not a teenager, I’m a grown woman.
“No, it’s not that. Billy’s been having an affair with my assistant since before she started working for the DA’s office.”
My lips part in surprise. That is not what I expected him to say. Poor Shelly.
“Someone told the media that they believe she is his mistress, and they are going to run a story about it at some point tomorrow. Billy’s grand plan is to play it off like I’m the one in a relationship with her. I’m not, but in order to keep him from going to the media about your pregnancy, I’m going to go along with it.”