Page 65 of Forgotten Dreams

“Might be.” He looks over at me, his hand at his side comes out to rub my ass. “When I smacked your ass, I thought your pussy was going to strangle my cock.”

I smile at him. “I wasn’t expecting it, and then?—”

“Yeah, and then,” he teases me as he turns on his side and kisses my neck, “and then I couldn’t stop.”

“I should get up,” I say but don’t move. “They said they were going to be here between nine and ten thirty, and it’s already…” I look at him. “What time is it?”

He does an ab curl, grabbing his phone from beside the bed. “Nine forty-five.”

I turn on my side and get out of bed. “I’m going to need to shower,” I state, going to the bathroom, “alone.” I point at him. “Listen for the truck.”

Fifteen minutes later, I’m walking out of my closet at the same time as he’s getting out of the shower when the doorbell rings. “In record time,” he says, and I roll my eyes at him.

I run down the steps, opening the door and seeing the big truck in front of my house. Two guys wait at the truck while two guys are on the porch. “Hi,” I say, “bring it in.”

It takes them an hour to unpack the living room furniture and then another hour for the dining room. The big table was the biggest challenge for them since it was so heavy. Three hours later, I’m closing the door and looking around at the state of my house. Everything is piled in the middle of each room. “Now the magic happens,” I tell Caleb, who is looking from one room to the other.

He’s about to say something to me when my phone rings from the kitchen. I run to get it, seeing it’s an unknown caller. I put it on speakerphone as I head back into the living room with Caleb. “Hello,” I answer, and it takes a full minute for the voice to come out.

“Is this Sierra?” The woman’s voice is low, almost as if she’s whispering or she’s afraid.

“This is she.” I look at Caleb, trying not to show that I’m a little freaked out. “Who is this?”

“You need to stop what you are doing.”

“Who is this?”

“Doesn’t matter,” she replies, and I feel Caleb beside me.

“Is this Ms. Casey?” I ask, but she doesn’t answer.

“You need to stop what you are doing before you get hurt.” Her voice trails off.

“I am not going to stop looking until I find out everything,” I announce, my voice coming out shaky at the end.

“You’ve been warned,” she says before she disconnects, and the phone goes back to my screen picture.

“That had to be her, right?” I look up at Caleb, who is looking like he wants to throw something across the room. The anguish on his face makes me take a step back. “Are you okay?”

He shakes his head, and I don’t know why, but something inside me turns to stone when he says the next words. “This is over.”

Chapter 28

Caleb

“That had to be her, right?” she asks. All I can do is look at her and then back down at the phone in her hand, and then back up at her. My body locks up, and the rage creeps in. She takes one look at me and takes a step back. “Are you okay?”

I shake my head. “This is over”—the blood drains from her face—“fucking over, Sierra.”

“What are you talking about?” I know I should calm down. I know I should sit and maybe count to, I don’t know, a hundred, but it’s just all too fucking much.

“I’m talking about all of that.” I point at her office where the fucking whiteboard is. “I’m talking about you going around asking questions that maybe you shouldn’t.”

She looks as if I just slapped her in the face. “If you think I’m going to let a couple of phone calls and?—”

“And a rock through your fucking window.” My voice goes higher and higher. “And then a fucking note in your mail. Honestly, Sierra, it has to fucking stop, and it stops now, right here. You promise me this is over. You gave your DNA, and you are in the system. If they want to find you, they will find you, but your search for them is over.”

“No, it’s not.” Her voice is low as she shakes her head. “It’s not over.”

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