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fees they would never see the light of day again. And I always have far more on them than they do on me. Plus, I am a major contributor to Mayor Roth. This will ensure the d etectives go easy on us. Eric had this coming. In the meantime, I want you to stay here until they catch him and I don’t want to hear a single complaint from you about that.”
    “You won’t. I want to stay here with you.”
    He looks at me in silence for a few seconds and then glides his finger over my forearm. “Don’t do this anymore. We can do whatever you want, but please, don’t do this to yourself.”
    “I wish I hadn’t. I feel so stupid, so juvenile. There’s just been so much to deal with. More than I ever imagined I could handle”
    “I’m not trying to belittle you, you’re strong. What you have dealt with these past couple of days would have broken anyone. I just don’t want you to feel so lost that you need to resort to this. When you need to feel something physical to work through things, that’s my specialty. You keep telling me I need to open up to you. It goes both ways.” Taylor pulls out his medication from the nightstand and takes a few pills.
    “You’re going to sleep until Monday.”
    “I know, but I can’t risk it. You don’t need any more bullshit piled on top of you today.”
    “It seems as though it’s working.”
    “I think so, but I think what’s working most is having you in my life. Today was a high stress day though, and it brings out the worst in me.”
    “I understand. Hey, Eric said something weird. He asked me about Emily Brown.”
    “Really? What about her?”
    “Well , just before he left, he implied that there is something I should know about her . Is there something I don’t know about?”
    “I’ve told you everything about her, I swear. I haven’t seen her since she left.”
    “I just felt like he was trying to drop a bombshell or something.”
    “I think he’s just messing with your head. If you want me to find out how she is doing, I can do that. I won’t get in touch with her personally, but I can have my attorney find out about her. I have nothing to hide about her and if it puts you at ease…”
    “That would make me feel better. It’s not that I don’t trust you…I just…maybe there’s something we both don’t know.” I decide to let Taylor take the reins on this and leave MacAllister to his work on C.O.S. I doubt Taylor would risk lying to me about her, it would be too easy for me to find out.
    “You’re right…” Taylor’s voice trails off , followed by a heavy silence. There is still so much to talk about, so much left unspoken: t he threatening texts I have yet to mention to Taylor, the news about his mother. I continue to pile up a list of secrets from Taylor despite my intentions to be open. But when is it the right time to tell your protective boyfriend, whose brother has violated you, that you had warning signs, but you chose to keep them to yourself? How do you tell him that you trust him, while at the same time hire a private investigator to research his family history? How do you break the news to him that his mother, who m he has long accepted as dead, may still be alive?
    And then there’s last night. I’ve never been the spiritual type, but we were two bare souls: open, raw, and exposed. I haven’t even had the time I needed to process what happened, but here I am, back in his bed. Despite it all, it feels like home. And for some inexplicable reason, I want to connect with him like that again.
    Taylor breaks the silence. “About last night…”
    "Yes?”
    “Do you want to talk about it? The events that happened afterward brought you here, but I need to know if you would be here if Eric had never showed up.”
    I take a moment to think, even though I already know the true answer. “I would be. I knew I would be when I walked out the door. I just thought we needed some time to let the air out, to settle. I’ve never experienced anything like