Page 148 of Enthrall
“Were you read your rights?” He stepped past me and headed toward the police car.
“No,” I said.
“Then they didn’t arrest you.” He greeted the officers.
From the way Cameron spoke casually and shared a joke, he knew them well. Dominic moved toward me and I stepped back, focusing on the interaction between Cameron and the officers.
“See you Saturday.” Cameron waved goodbye and on my reaction he added, “They pick up extra hours as security for me. Very reliable, as you can imagine.”
The police car disappeared down the driveway. Although relieved to be no longer their passenger, my anger bubbled up and my fists tightened around my handbag, threatening to hit Cameron with it. He’d scared the hell out of me.
“Sweetheart,” he said, “let’s go inside.”
“I need my fucking car back,” I said.
Richard hurried out of the front door and he was holding my folder. “Mia, are you okay?”
“You had no right!”
“Shall we take this inside?” said Dominic.
“Come on.” Cameron gestured.
“No. I’m going to Napa.” I stared at the folder. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Cameron stepped closer. “Scarlet told you?”
I broke his gaze.
“Scarlet,” said Cameron, sharing a stern glance with Richard.
“You should have told me,” I said.
“We were waiting for the right time,” said Richard.
“You had no right to snoop into my private life,” I said. “Invade my privacy like this.”
“Take a breath,” said Cameron.
“Have you spoken to my Dad?” My lips trembled.
“No,” said Cameron. “Not yet.”
“Does Lorraine know?” I covered my hand over my mouth, trying to suppress my sobs. “He never died. You knew and you didn’t tell me.”
Richard reached out for me. “We just found out.”
I stepped back.
“Try and understand,” he said. “We were waiting for the right time.”
“The right time for you,” I said. “My father’s alive. I’m not wasting another second. I’m going to see him right now.”
“She right,” said Cameron. “Mia, I wanted to have a session with you first. Feel out how you felt about all this. Break it to you slowly. I’m so sorry you found out this way.” He clenched his jaw, the muscles working their tension.
“I need to borrow your car,” I said.
“You’re in no state to drive.”
