Page 48 of Say You Won't Let Go
“You what?” His eyes dart between us. “Why the fuck would you say that?”
Emily takes a step back and wraps her arms around her stomach. “Becausehetold me I had to get rid of Cooper or he would!”
Wade clears his throat. “Who is he?”
“Him! Who do you think?”
“So that’s why you pushed me away. Not because you have feelings for Wade?” I ask, the tight knot of rage loosening even though the hurt is still there.
“No! God, it isn’t like that... I can’t do this. I can’t let him take you from me.” Emily’s voice cracks on the last word.
Her blue eyes lock on mine, and my anger dissipates a bit more. She’s terrified, and her entire body is trembling. I step toward her, wanting to pull her into my arms and take away her fear. As much as I want that, I need to know what is going on.
“Wade?”
“Nothing is going on here, man.” Wade gives me a look of incredulity, as if he can’t believe I would actually buy that shit.
She shakes her head. “Cooper, you have to leave before he finds out you’re here.”
This time, I do pull her to me. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Her head presses into my chest, and I feel her shake as she starts to sob.
“I’m not trying to interrupt, but when exactly did he,who I’m assuming is your stalker, make contact?” Wade presses for the answer I’d like to know as well.
“Two nights ago,” she admits.
He moves closer, and my arms instinctually tighten. “I need you to tell me everything.”
I help her to the couch, holding her the whole time. In my arms, Emily confesses everything about the other night. Her teeth chatter as she retells the details of things that were said.
All I want to do is find this guy and kill him myself. Not because of the cows—they’re replaceable—but because he’s terrified her. He’s played games, hurt her, and made her feel as if she had to be alone in order for me to be safe.
I hold my emotions inside. She’s been through enough, but if I ever come face to face with him, he’d better pray.
“What about his voice? Deep? Throaty? A lisp?”
She shakes her head and tries to describe his voice since he kept her from seeing his face. “His voice was low when he spoke, but he didn’t have a twang or accent that I could tell.”
“Okay, good. Keep going.” Wade writes down things she says, nodding as she reveals another clue.
“His hands…” She shudders.
“He touched you?” I practically growl. I thought I knew what rage was before. I had no clue. He touched her, and for that alone, I’m going to kill him.
“You have nothing to be sorry about.” Wade jumps in and shoots me a look. “If you need to step outside and cool off, go.”
Like I’m going to leave her. “I’m fine.”
Emily’s hand squeezes mine.
“I’m sorry. You’re doing great, darlin’,” I encourage her. “What else did he say?”
She tells us more, and then Wade starts a new line of questioning.
“Was he taller than I am?”
“I don’t know. He was big enough that I thought it was you.” She pats her eyes with a tissue.
