Page 108 of Waiting For A Girl Like You
“Give my dad a minute to clear the room.”
Samuel clutched Evie tightly against him. “And then you’re going to explain what’s going on?”
“As best I can.” Liam pulled out his phone to make a call. “Rowan, kill the closet. I need five minutes.”
“Take all electronics out,” Rowan instructed. “And even then, you need to keep your voices low.”
“Got it.”
After grabbing all their phones, Liam swung open the closet door and hurried out to hand them off to the lone man left behind.
“And you thought private security would be boring,” Liam mumbled, shoving the phones at the new arrival. “Carter, the beautiful woman in the wedding dress, is my future wife. Jamison, this is Agent Anderson’s grandson.”
Carter Anderson was a younger version of his grandfather, distinguished and classically handsome, with chiseled features and crystal-blue eyes that stood out against his tanned skin. He was also tall—taller than even her brothers and father—with the top of his head skimming the crystals dangling from her chandelier.
Jamison gave him a weak wave. “Hello.”
“Hello.” Carter Anderson smiled half-heartedly. “Nice dress.”
“We’ll do formal intros for everyone else in a minute, but don’t let anyone in.” Liam rushed back to the closet and, snapping the door closed, glanced at the security camera. There was no blue light, nor green, or even a red one. The camera sat dead, Rowan not taking any chances.
Holden leaned his head to the side so his hair wouldn’t catch on one of her cashmere sweaters. “Before we start this, can I just say well freaking done. You two managed to antagonize not one but two mass murderers this week, and Evie? I have never been prouder. I think you scared Sinclair the most.”
Evie looked ready to cry, hunched and nearly wrapped entirely around Samuel. “I’ve never wished death on another human, but with that man, I want to see him burn from the inside out.”
Dropping a kiss on his wife’s head, Samuel’s hold on her tightened. “Don’t upset yourself.”
“I’m not.” She tilted her head all the way back to look at him. “I’m doing okay.”
“Give me that sticky note,” Liam said to Holden. “Jamison, can you get me something to write with? I need to jot down my thoughts.”
It wasn’t easy, but she finally squished herself behind Samuel to retrieve a pen from her top dresser drawer. “Here.”
Taking the pen, Liam pressed the paper to the wall so he could write. After jotting down a few lines, he reread it to himself. “It’s her. This whole time, it’s always been about her.”
Jamison tried to look over his shoulder, but couldn’t make out anything. “Who?”
He held up the note containing his scribbles so they could read it. Most of it was illegible, but the two words at the bottom were clear.
CeCe Miller.
Chapter 23
Evie blinked back tears as she read CeCe’s name. “I think I’m going to vomit.”
“I have theories on the why.” Liam balled the sticky note up and shoved it into his pocket. “But nothing conclusive.”
“So, give us the how.” Samuel gathered Evie’s hair into a ponytail in case she did actually throw up. “As much as I don’t want to believe she’s involved, I know you. You wouldn’t say something like that without proof.”
“Too many coincidences.”
“And you don’t believe in coincidences,” Jamison said, searching for a hair tie to give to Samuel. Her sister looked awful. “But which one convinced you?”
Liam’s gaze cut to Holden. “Come on, man. You’re my logistics guy. You didn’t see it?”
The frown on Holden’s lips deepened as he thought it through. “Locational proximity to one another. Fort Leonard. Sinclair taught at the base before he was discharged, and she was right there.”
“Teaching nursing in St. Louis,” Samuel said, taking the offered hair tie and securing Evie’s hair away from her face. “We always thought that was such an obscure place for her to move to.”
