Page 57 of Sin With Me
He opens the door to get out but then glances over his shoulder. “Just to be safe, watch your back too, okay? No tellin’ what Wesley will do to anyone in his way.”
Chapter Twelve
Wilder
My blood boils over as I whip open the door of Delilah’s store. She’s behind the register and greets me in her customer service voice without looking up.
Rounding the counter, I grab her elbow and yank her into the backroom.
“What the?—”
I spin her around until she faces me, my jaw clenched with fury.
“Wilder?” Her eyes widen when our gazes meet. “What the hell are you doin’?”
She yanks her arm out of my grip, but I’m tempted to reach out and touch her again. It’s been a long two weeks without seeing or talking to her. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, I’ve been too busy to think too hard about it, but I miss her enough to keep me up at night.
Pretty sure I haven’t slept for eight of those nights.
“Why the fuck would you bail out Jonah?”
She flinches and her body tenses as she crosses her arms. “How do you know about that?”
“Small town, remember? Just answer me.”
Scowling, she takes a small step back. “It’s none of your business.”
“Oh really?”
“Jonah’s just a friend. I was helpin’ him in a pinch. What’s the big deal?”
“The big deal is that now you’ve put a target on your back…”
“What’re you talkin’ about? His arraignment was this mornin’. They dismissed the charges.”
“Yep, and Molly was front and center in the courtroom.”
I pull out my phone and tap the screen a few times, then hand it over so she can read the article.
“Oh my God…” Her shoulders fall as she reads the headline and scrolls through paragraphs that Molly wrote about Jonah’s drug possession and accuses him of being a dealer.
Judge’s Ruling on Unlawful Search Sparks Public Outrage: ‘Another Drug Dealer Walks Free’
She also name-drops Delilah as his accomplice who bailed him out. Then she rambles on about how even the Fanning name won’t get her out of trouble if she’s caught red-handed.
“There’s no proof he’s a dealer. How can she just spew this bullshit?” She hands back the phone, clearly angry and flustered about what she read.
“Freedom of the press,” I tell her. “Not sure how she found out you bailed him out, though.”
“Wesley,” she states. “He must’ve seen us in the parking lot. After I picked up Jonah, I drove him to the impound to pick up his truck.”
I straighten my spine and fold my arms across my chest again. “So are you gonna explain how you got involved?”
“Not that Ihaveto explain anythin’ to you, but Jonah called and begged me to help because he had no one else. He said Wesley set him up and that the weed wasn’t his.”
“Pfft. And you just took his word because drug dealers don’t lie…”
“I believe him!” she shouts.
