Page 41 of Sweet Temptation

“It’s not that bad. Most of my time is spent looking for threats that don’t actually exist.”

“Okay. So when you establish there’s no threat at my place, how do you get home? You left your car at Brody’s.”

“I’ll have one of my guys drop it at your place for me.”

“And will you be having your mail forwarded there, too?”

I let that one go by.

“When will this car delivery take place?” she pressed.

“When someone has time.”

“And… when are you planning to leave my place?”

“Whenever you do.”

“And if I don’t leave?”

“Then I’ll stay there, as necessary.”

“What do you mean, as necessary? When is it necessary?”

“Whenever Brody, Jude and I feel you need twenty-four-hour protection. Right now, that’s the case.”

She kept staring at me, in-between glimpses at the road, and I kept tensing when she applied the brakes too late for comfort. I was really gonna have to convince her to let me do the driving.

“Okay…” she said, sounding frustrated. “Since you guys don’t seem to be getting this, the police arrested Blair Sanchuk. They took him to jail.”

“For now. And the Attorney General’s office will be asked to charge him with a crime. They’ll decide if he should be charged, and if not, he’ll be released faster than you can say jurisprudence.”

Summer gaped at me. “But he tried to break into my house.”

“Allegedly.”

“I was there. He climbed onto my balcony like a psycho.”

“He didn’t break anything.”

“He didn’t exactly knock on the front door like a sane person either.”

“Yeah, well, that’s how it goes. Unless you request that restraining order.” I gave it to her straight, because she was a big girl.

And for my efforts, she glared at me, like I’d personally invented the Canadian legal system.

“It’s your best means of protecting yourself,” I added.

Besides having me glued to your side.

“A restraining order? Really?”

“Yes. Really.”

I’d spent some time this morning brushing up on the ins and outs of restraining orders in this province. The one that applied to Summer’s situation was called a peace bond, and having one in place would ensure that the consequences would be severe if Sanchuk came near her again. My partner, Naveen, had already called in to our contacts inside the Vancouver Police Department to check on Sanchuk’s status. Brody had talked to his lawyers this morning, and I’d been on a conference call with him and Jude for like an hour before Summer came down from her bedroom.

After gathering all the information I could, so far, I definitely wasn’t under any illusions that Blair Sanchuk was safely out of the picture, never to be seen again.

A restraining order wouldn’t necessarily keep him away, either. But it would insure a quick response from police and criminal charges if he defied the order.

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