Page 127 of Debts and Desires
“Hot like you’d have his babies hot?” My face turned crimson.
“Mimi!” I hissed. I caught the smirk in the mirror before he headed to the shower, not bothering to close the bathroom door.
“What? Can he hear me?”
“Not anymore, thankfully,” I said, not adding that he would be back. Another round of adrenaline spiked when I remembered I needed to talk to her. “I, uh, was actually getting ready to call you.”
“You were?”
“Yes.”
“I guess we both knew we needed the other.”
“I guess so.” I paused, swallowing again. “Um, do you know how to get ahold of your Uncle Sebby?” I heard a snort come from Cal, followed by a dull thud, which was probably Mia, silencing him.
“I do.”
“Is he still a lawyer?”
“Why?” It was Cal who spoke up. “What happened? Do you need help with something?”
“Cal, shut up. You’re not even a real lawyer.”
“No, but I know enough. And I can get ahold of Uncle Sebastian.” My eyes darted to the shower. Carter didn’t seem to be paying attention. I knew he’d given me permission to tell the potential lawyer everything, but I wasn’t sure if it applied here. I quietly explained everything that had happened.
“Well, I like him a lot more now,” Cal chuckled.
“Me, too. Oh, Emo, I’m so sorry you had to go through all that. Uncle Sebby can help, right?” I knew it wasn’t a question for me.
“I’ll talk to him, but probably. When do you go to the station, Emmy?” Cal asked.
“Today at some point.”
Eventually, we got everything sorted out. Mia and I talked for a little longer before Cal successfully said Uncle Sebby—orSebastian—would help. Cal gave me his information and then Carter and I called him together, working it all out. Sebastian was so sweet and helpful, just like I remembered him to be. He was impressed by my scrap with the officer, commending me on a job well done.
Just as Carter and I were about to walk out of the house, he grabbed me, cupping my face, as he planted a huge kiss on my lips.
“Thank you,” he whispered. I was too breathless to really give an answer, so I only smiled. He pulled away, a smug grin on his face as he whistled softly. “C’mon, Mac. We’re goin’ into town.”
We arrived in front of the police station not long after.
“Let’s get this the fuck over with,” he sighed, turning the engine off. He looked at me. “Emogen, stay in the truck this time. Please.” His voice was tinged with exasperation and I smiled.
“I will,” I promised.
“Good girl,” he responded, his voice that low, gravelly tone that unearthed me each time, the asshole. With a wink, he grabbed the small folder with all of Uncle Sebastian’s information on it.
Even though I knew Carter’s alibi and everything was bulletproof, I still fidgeted with my hands. I couldn’t lose him. I couldn’t.
Mac gave a small huff, his head nudging my arm as if agreeing. I lifted slightly, allowing him to rest his head on my thigh. I stroked him softly.
“Daddy’ll be back. I promise,” I reassured.
Thirty minutes later,Carter walked out of the sheriff’s office, his head held high, his posture confident and sure. His whiskeyeyes were filled with so much light, crinkling at the corners when they landed on me. He got in, and the moment the door shut, his hands were on my cheeks, pulling my face to his. Poor Mac was getting squished, but he didn’t seem to care, his tail wagging a million miles an hour.
“No charges?” I asked when we finally pulled apart for air.
“No charges,” he confirmed. I leaned over for another quick kiss.
