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“I’m sorry, Kat. My phone died right before I entered the meeting. I had nowhere to charge it. I’m going to plug it in right now.” His lips meet mine. I follow him into the kitchen. “I’m sorry I made you worry. Did you cook dinner?”

“No. I’ve only been home for forty-five minutes. I had to stop at the pharmacy and get my prescriptionfilled.”

“What prescription?” His brows furrow.

“I saw Dr. Burton today, and he put me on something to help me relax. Those men who were murdered drudged up some bad things.”

His arms wrap around me, and I lay my head on his shoulder, feeling the safety I always do when he’s near me.

“I figured that would happen,” he says, holding me tight. “We need not look into the past, but only into the future. You’re safe, darling. I will never let anything happen to you.”

“I know you won’t.” My arms around him tighten.

Chapter Nine

TWO WEEKS LATER

I getout of the shower, wrap a fluffy white towel around my body, and walk into the bedroom to figure out today’s outfit.

Grabbing my navy blue pantsuit from the closet, I lay it across the bed, staring at the empty side where Oliver lays. He was on an overnight business trip to Chicago and would return later this evening. Thank God, it was only for one night because my paranoia about being watched was in full swing.

I called Dr. Burton a few days ago and told him I felt the meds were making my paranoia worse. He told me to stop taking it, and we’d talk at my next visit.

I turn on the TV in the bedroom. I like to listen to the news while getting ready for the day.

I was putting on my makeup in the bathroom when I heard the breaking news.

“Multi-millionaire Steven Calloway of Calloway Industries was found murdered in his office last night by twenty-two stab wounds to the chest and abdomen.”

My stomach twists as I run to the toilet and hover overit, tossing up the coffee I drank. My phone rings. I wipe my mouth with a tissue and toss it in the toilet, pushing the handle down. Samantha is calling when I reach for my phone on the nightstand.

“Hello.”

“Oh my God, Kat. Did you hear?” She sounds shaken.

“I just saw the news.” I place my hand on my belly.

My knees feel like they’re going to give out, so I sit on the edge of the bed.

“I can’t believe this. What is happening?”

“I don’t know, Samantha. Listen, I’ll talk to you at the office. I’m running late.”

“Okay. I’ll see you there.”

I dial Oliver’s number and wait for him to answer. I was sure he was up by now. It goes to voicemail after the third ring, so I leave a voice message.

“I just saw on the news my client’s husband was murdered last night. I really need you, Oliver.”

I end the call and get ready for work.

When I arrive at my office, I notice a woman sitting in one of the chairs across from my desk.

“Can I help you?” I step into my office.

“Mrs. Tate?” The attractive woman stands. “I’m Detective Paige Walker.” She extends her hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, Detective Walker.” I lightly shake her hand and sit behind my desk. “What can I do for you?”

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