Page 122 of Twisted Obsession

MELODY

Iwonderedhow, and the answer smacks me in the face the next morning: a video posted on a fan account that quickly went viral. In it, he holds up a photo of me on his phone. He promises tickets to whoever can find me.

So someone saw me come in, I guess.

Lucy and Skylar are in the kitchen when I enter. They both smile when they spot me, and Skylar grabs me a mug for coffee.

“Thanks,” I murmur. I fix it up in the new way, with the hazelnut creamer, and close my eyes when the flavor coats my tongue.

“What’s the plan?” Skylar asks. “Are you going to stay in New York or go back to Denver?”

I shrug.

Caleb comes in. He’s in a suit at eight o’clock in the freaking morning. He smiles at us and pours himself a mug of coffee, then disappears back the way he came. When he returns a few minutes later, he’s empty-handed.

“Thanks for the party, Lucy,” he says. His gaze ticks to me. “Can I talk to you for a moment?”

Me?

I follow him around the corner. Down the hall, back toward the game room. Caleb steps inside after me and closes the door.

“You mentioned a restraining order against your ex-husband.” He pauses.

“Yes.” I clear my throat. “That’s what Lucy said, and I think Jacob mentioned he found it…”

“Was it filed in New York?”

“I don’t know. Probably.”

He nods. He’s handsome. If I didn’t have Jacob, I’d think he was attractive. His dark hair looks perfectly tousled, a messy style on purpose. His suit is pristine. His dark eyes meet mine, and I can’t help butmissJacob. Even knowing what he did to me last night, and two years ago, and… well, since I re-met him, he’s been fucking with me.

“They’re not forever. You probably knew that before your amnesia. But they only last a few years, and then there’s another hearing for renewal.”

Oh.

Oh no.

The panic that rises in me is swift and sudden. It constricts my throat, and I turn sharply away from Caleb. He’s a lawyer. He knows these things.

Did I?

At one point, did I know all of this?

“I’m sorry,” I manage, touching my neck and trying to get rid of the tightness. “I don’t—”

“With your permission, I’ll check into it and see when we need to renew.”

My heart skips. “We?”

He nods. “Yeah.”

“Lucy put you up to it?” I mean, it would make sense.

“Nah.” He grins. “Liam did. He owns a clinic. Not the medical kind, but the therapy kind. It focuses on trauma healing.”

I make a face.

“He asked me to talk to you.” Caleb shrugs. “I’m a named partner of a law firm practicing in New England and New York, so I’m able to handle this.”

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