Chapter Seventeen
Okay, I've said this before, I'll say it again. I really have no sense of the law, besides the millions of law based shows that I watch (yes, I have problems). So, obviously, some of this isn't going to be true, so please don't e-mail me, telling me that it could never happen. I know it couldn't, wouldn't, whatever. Sometimes, you have to make things up. This would be one of those times.
She stared down into her mug of hot chocolate, the familiar sense of urgency coming over her. She just couldn't leave anything alone, she thought, a slight frown on her face. She wanted so badly to ask one question, just that one question, but for some reason, something inside of her kept stopping it from slipping past her lips so that he could hear and answer what she had been asking herself all last night.
"Yeah, so I stripped down to nothing, ran outside, and sang some old Elton John songs while standing on my head. Too bad you missed it. That blonde photographer with the local paper sure looked like she was enjoying-"
Her head came up with a small smirk playing on her lips. "Is that your tactic for everything, JC? Keep babbling nonsense until I finally look at you? That wasn't even funny to begin with," Brooklyn added, curling her legs up as she sighed and nodded towards the television screen. "Are you just going to talk when we pause the movie for a bathroom break, which I don't mind, or are you shooting on ruining one of my favorite movies, too?"
He narrowed his eyes as he sipped from his own mug. "New York, I have a very simple question for you. What's your problem tonight?"
"I always have a problem," she muttered. "I swear, God likes to play around with me and screw up my life. And people wonder why I don't go to church anymore." Sighing, she looked over at him, before picking up the remote and pressing the stop button, dropping it back beside her. He muted the television before shifting on the couch to look at her. "Can we have a purely serious conversation for once, because there's some things that I need to know."
JC nodded. "Sure, we can try, but I'm not making any promises. Our relationship is based mostly on mutual verbal beatings."
"Which I love more than life itself, but this is serious." Taking a deep breath, she lowered her head and looked down at her lap. "What would you do if you found out that you were pregnant?"
His eyebrows arched upwards, before a chuckle sounded from him. "Demand that they do another test on me, and then make sure that my name goes down in the record books as being the first man in history to pop out a kid. But last time I went to go see my gynecologist-"
She broke him off by raising a hand. "I knew you couldn't do it, but thank you, that's more than enough information," she said, reaching for the remote again. "Can I get back to wondering why I couldn't find someone that looks and acts like Bing Crosby does?"
Suspicion came into his eyes as he stopped her from picking up the remote, putting his hand around hers. It dropped back down to the couch as he dipped his head to look into her eyes. "New York, what are you trying to say here?"
"Nothing," she said quickly, looking towards the television. "Come on, I want to see the end of the movie. There's nothing better out there than White Christmas." Brooklyn sighed when she saw that he wasn't going to drop the subject. "It's nothing, Joshua. Trust me on this."
His head shook slowly, as he released her hand and settled back on his end of the couch. "I don't think so, sweetheart. I want to know why, out of all the subjects in the world that we could discuss, you pick out pregnancy. You're not...I mean, you and I....we're...."
A sharp look came from her as she put her mug down on the table and crossed her arms defensively. "And if I was, what would you say then? I know that I'm still young, but thirty is creeping around the corner. I'm not saying that I want to have a kid this very second, but I'm definitely not getting any younger. Neither are you."
"We're not exactly ready for the retirement home yet. Besides, I always said that-"
"I know," she sighed. "You don't want to have a kid unless you're married. I understand that. We're both careful, but even with all the precautions, things happen." Raising a hand, she stopped him from saying anything, but she didn't miss the way that some of the color had drained from his face when he had said that. "I'm not pregnant, JC. God, it's not like I would keep that from you. Believe me, if I was, you'd find out the very second that I was sure. It's just...I don't know," she said softly, twisting her fingers together.
He reached forward and covered her hands with his own. "What's bringing this on?"
She shrugged, but continued to look down. "I was thinking about everyone that I went to high school with. Three quarters of them are already pushing a stroller around the park, and now with Austin and Mia, it just makes me feel so old."
His mouth dropped open for a moment, before he snapped back and thought about what she had just said. "Did you just say that Austin and Mia are going to have a baby? Mia? The bitch from hell is pregnant? Remind me to feel sorry for that kid after it's born. At least he or she will have a cool aunt."
Brooklyn smiled slightly. "I'm sorry. I found out this morning, and I wasn't supposed to tell you. Like that was going to happen. I was going to, but it just slipped my mind when I thought about how depressing the thought is. Yes, I'm going to be an aunt. But that's just the thing."
Nodding, he wrapped his arms around her and held her close when she leaned towards him. "You want to be a mother, not just an aunt. But think of all the cool things you get to do. Like feeding the kid enough sugar to cause a mouthful of cavities ten minutes before you send him back to his parents. Come on, that has to interest you just a little."
"I guess, but it's not the same," she said quietly. "Don't jump to conclusions or anything. I'm not saying that I want us to run off the Vegas and get married, just so that you can knock me up or anything. It's just that, every day, I have to look in the mirror and see how old I'm getting. I don't want to go through life without having a child."
Placing a light kiss ontop of her head, he smiled mischievously into her hair. "Just think about it, New York. The stretch marks, the morning sickness, the fact that you won't see your feet for awhile. Not to mention the actual labour. I mean, you could be there for hours. Justin's mom always used to say that she was allowed to punish him, because she was in labour for over ten hours. Could you imagine that?"
A frown was on her face as she looked up at him. "Party pooper," she pouted, before smiling. "Are you that against having a child? I'm just curious."
"Why are we talking about this, anyway? I mean, I'd love to be a father eventually, but there's a lot of things to consider. Like the fact that you and I are always on separate tours, usually across the country from each other, if not the world. How many years do you have left on your contract?"
A heavy sigh sounded from her. "Two and a half. You?"
"Two. Would you really want to raise a kid on a tour bus? In arenas? Having someone look after the poor thing while you're on stage? I wouldn't want to raise a kid like that, and I know that you don't, either. Not only that, but neither of us really want to give up our careers. You still have a lot of years to go."
"I know that," she said quietly. "But our record companies have been trying to convince us to have a joint tour. That might-"
"Brooklyn," he said, breaking her off gently. "I'm not ready to be a dad. I love you more than you could ever know, but I'm not ready for that sort of responsibility. Maybe in a few years, but not now. And believe me, you're not as old as you think you are. We're both basically kids yet. I don't care about joint tours, or contracts, or anything like that. I'm just not ready."
Her eyes closed when his arms tightened around her. "I know, but it's something that I can't help thinking about. I can't...I had a really crappy childhood. I don't want my kids to have that, too. I'm lucky that that sort of upbringing didn't screw me up more than it did, but I want to give someone else the same sort of chances that I had later in life. I'm getting to live out my dreams, I'd like to teach someone to do the same."
"We don't even live together, and you're already jumping the gun and talking about kids? I'm sorry, but I just can't follow you here. To tell the truth...you're scaring the hell out of me."
She smiled slightly. "I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the future. It's only natural to do that."
Nodding, he closed his eyes. "New York, don't get me wrong. I've thought of the same things that you're talking about. I just think that we should take it one step at a time. And instead of talking about this, can I get back to my fantasy about Rosemary Clooney?"
Her mouth dropped open in pretend shock as she reached for the remote control. "You're a sick pig. I can't believe you'd say that when I'm around," she added as she pressed the play button and leaned back against him.
"Hey, didn't you insinuate that you would love to have Bing Crosby, like he was in this movie?"
Looking towards the screen, she sighed. "Exactly, I insinuated, I didn't outright say that it was him that I wanted. Now, shut up. This is the best."
"Are you going to cry over it?" he asked innocently.
"Oh, yeah. Shut up, watch the movie, and hold me, because I'm about to start bawling, and you damned well better try to make me feel better." Pausing, she grinned. "You know what, you're right. Just think about what the mood swings would be like...for you."
Alex chewed on her fingernail, waiting for the phone to be picked up on the other line. When it finally was, she released her nail and smiled slightly. "Sophia, it's me. I need some legal advice."
A chuckle sounded from the other end. "I figured that much. It's the only reason that you ever call me. What can I do for you this time, Alex?" her editor's wife asked.
Taking a deep breath, she stretched her legs out on her bed, putting the piece of paper she had been reading over to the side. "This is a purely hypothetical discussion right now. Let's just say that someone was writing a book, a true life account. And say that this person has been around someone that is involved in the story, true or false, of the book."
"Someone sounds a little devious. I'm liking the sound of this already. Go on."
"Well, let's say that the person or persons that have to do with the book have no idea that a certain person is writing it. If the author of this hypothetical book doesn't say that, but asks seemingly innocent questions, is it illegal to use what the person or persons involved say?"
There was a long pause on the other end. "Hold on, I'm trying to keep this hypothetical discussion straight here. Uh...have the questions been asked before or after the author knew who these people were?"
Pursing her lips, she went through all the past conversations she might have had with Chris or Brooklyn that had to do with their past. "For the sake of argument, let's say no."
"You're out of luck. That's misrepresenting yourself and your reasons. You...sorry, the author, could be held responsible for their actions, and it could turn into a nice legal battle. Not only that, but if those things were told to the author, and the author was told not to mention them to anyone else, that's breaking a verbal contract. Those, of course, don't always hold up very well, but it always depends on the lawyers and the judge."
"And in this case, the lawyers would be good and over-paid. Damn," she said softly. "What if, again for the sake of argument, that the author knew that she was writing the book, and the person or persons involved simply gave up the information without mentioning that it had to be kept silent?"
Sophia paused again. "You mean that the information was given freely, with no strings attached? That's kind of messy, but in that case, the person or persons involved have no idea who they're talking to. The author involved doesn't have to ask questions, and has to be really careful not to ask any questions that have to do with that. But if the author is waiting for someone to spill, that person might be waiting a long time."
Nodding to herself, Alex let out the breath she was holding, and a bright smile covered her face. "I understand. That kind of information comes with trust. The problem with trust is getting that person to trust the author."
"And that's where the hypothetical discussion ends, and where we start talking about you. Because that would be a major roadblock for you, Alex. There isn't a person on the face of this Earth that trusts you and you don't have the slightest idea of how to get someone to trust you. Oh, you're in trouble," Sophia said with a laugh.
She made a face as she looked down at the papers she had strewn all over her room. "Don't even start, all right? I admit that I don't have the slightest idea of how to get someone to trust me, but it can't be that hard."
"It all depends on the person that you're trying to get to trust you. But if it's a guy, I'll tell you a secret. Sex usually works."
"I don't think I'm that desperate," she said dryly, rolling her eyes. "To jump from friends to rolling in the hay is a little further of a step than I'm ready to take. Besides, with sex comes emotional attachment on both ends. Not a good thing, in my case. I can't have anything like that clouding my mind."
"You really are a cold bitch, Alexandra Colwell, but I kind of like you for that. Whatever you do, don't take no for an answer. Just keep hitting this guy from every angle that you can possibly think of, and never let up on him. If that doesn't work, go buy yourself a Cosmo and do whatever they suggest."
Alex smirked, reaching for the paper that she had been reading before. "Got it. Have a good day, Sophia." She hung up the phone and put it off to the side before looking down at the lines of type that she still had to go through before sighing. She couldn't think of the book and what was supposed to go into it, because her mind was too full of other things.
Like all the things that she COULD put into it, if she was careful. After all, what was better than a first hand account of the events? At least Chris could fill her in on his side of what happened after Tim Croft was put in jail, but it would have to be a second hand account of how he got put in there. She wasn't about to sit Brooklyn down and wait for her to pour out whatever sob story she had to give. No, Chris was the only solution in this case. He was the only one that could give her the answers that she wanted.
It almost reminded her of the story of Pandora's Box. She had to admit that she was afraid of what she might here. If he trusted her enough, and if all of her guesswork and jumping to conclusions was true, he might just bust out with the story that would rock the world. About how he, Brooklyn, and JC had created it all, just so that the couple wouldn't have to keep their affair hidden. Oh, it was a long shot, she knew that, but it would definitely make for some good book sales. Bigger than all the Cort Demers books. Bigger than anything she could have ever imagined writing.
There was no doubt in her mind that she was a cold bitch, like Sophia had called her, because that's what she felt like. It was just part of her nature. A defense mechanism for when she thought that she was getting into trouble, or something was going to hurt her. And she knew exactly what it would be this time.
She couldn't believe that she had fallen for the innocent acts that everyone was giving her. She had never been that naive before, but there was a first time for everything, right? But she had been starting to believe that Chris had nothing but good intentions towards her. There was no point in denying it. He was an attractive man, and to top it off, he had the attitude to go along with it. But she couldn't help thinking that it was all an act. And if it was, she had fallen for it.
No one made Alex look like a fool. That was exactly what Brooklyn and Chris were doing, she thought with a slight sneer. The two of them made an impressive team, she had to admit that, but she was just as good as them when she was alone. She didn't need anyone for back up, and if they were making her look like a fool, she was going to do the exact same thing to them. What would they think when all of their little secrets about what happened in the past were exposed in the book? What would they think when their loyal fans learned the truth?
It excited her to know that she could be involved in something that big. That she could be the cause of problems for Brooklyn Turner. Lord, how that woman still disgusted her. Even more, since she had learned who she really was, and what she might have done to an innocent man. This wasn't just any kind of dislike anymore. This was bordering on full out hatred, and she was enjoying that more than she wanted to admit.
Yes, she was a bitch. Yes, she did have her problems. She knew that, but it was the only way that she knew how to live. She'd been doing it so perfectly for years, and now she was going to do it again. All she had to do was keep her cool, not let anything distract her, including Chris. He wasn't just a handsome man that she secretly had feelings for. No, now he was an enemy. She had tried to use him before, and it had worked for a little while, but this was going to be different. She wouldn't fail this time when it came to using him in her games. Hell, the plan was based around him...whatever that plan was going to be.
Now, she just had to figure out a way to get him to trust her.
Brooklyn sighed and stretched out on the bed, her feet resting on the pillows as she cocked her head to the side and looked at him carefully. "I'd say the red sweater, but you're trying not to bring attention to you, right? Wear the black one," she said, nodding along with her choice as he looked at the sweater that she was talking about.
"Why a sweater?"
"Because, Mr. I'm Moonlighting As A Blonde Today, not only is it cold out there, but all my morals and my allegiance to JC would fly out the window if I had to be around you all day while you were wearing that. Trust me, a sweater makes you look sexy. Especially when you wear your glasses with it. You could make any girl melt." Her eyebrows raised slightly. "Just think how Alexandra would react to that."
He rolled his eyes and pulled off the shirt he was wearing, taking the black sweater off of its hanger. "I am so sorry to ask you, Brooke, but why the hell are you helping me out with this? I thought that you didn't like her."
Her eyebrows went back down as she looked at the bedspread, picking at it with her fingers. "I've decided that I won't deny you one little bit of happiness, no matter how much I might want to rip her head off and shove it so far up her a-"
"That's enough," he said with a grin, pulling the sweater over his head and straightening out the bottom of it. "Sure, you may like this one, but it doesn't go with my pants. Brooke," he whined, giving her a pathetic look.
Sighing deeply, she pointed towards the stack of folded laundry ontop of the chest of drawers. "See that pair of pants, the third one in the stack? Wear those. Those will work." He gave her a look, shaking his head. "What, afraid that you'll look too much like someone else? You need a personality transplant if you really want to make her fall for you. Trust me on this, buddy."
Chris laughed slightly. "You're making me look like JC."
"Is that such a big problem? I mean, look at him. He's-"
"Thank you very much, but I don't swing that way." He shrugged and looked down at the jeans that he was wearing. "I don't know. Maybe I can pull these off, if I wear a different shirt. I'm still not sure about the sweater."
Groaning, her forehead dropped down onto the bed. "Please, Chris, for the love of God, just put on the damned pants, look in the mirror, and you'll see that you look perfectly fine. I don't know why you asked for my opinion if you're just going to try and shoot down everything that I suggest. I could be downstairs, abusing someone right now, but no, I'm in here, trying to help you out."
Shaking his head, he walked over to the dresser and dug through the stack of clothes to get to the pair of pants that she had mentioned before. "There's no one else up except for you and me. You'd have to wake someone up to abuse them."
"It's not like it's that big of a chore. Besides, Lance stumbled into the bathroom when I went down for the first cup of coffee," she said, raising her head to look at them. She immediately slammed it back down on the bed. "Damn it, give me a little warning next time. I may know a lot about you, but there's some things that I don't need to SEE," she added, rolling her eyes to herself.
"Oh, please, you've seen me naked before," he teased, a smile on his face as he threw the jeans he had been wearing onto the armchair and started to pull on the new pair.
A muffled chuckle sounded from her. "If you ever thought of telling JC something like that...well, you wouldn't want to see his reaction, although it does make a girl feel good when her guy starts to defend her innocence. Or what little bit of innocence I may still have." She raised her head cautiously and smiled when she saw that he was buckling a belt around his waist. "Now that's what I'm talking about. Damn, boy. You should dress like that more often."
He made a face, shaking his head. "I look like I'm trying to impress my grandmother so that she'll let me eat Christmas dinner with the adults. I...I really don't know. I look like a prep school student. God, I hate that look."
"No, you don't. You look like you're impressing someone, but definitely not your grandmother. Any normal girl would immediately fall at your feet if she saw you, but since we're supposed to be talking about Alexandra here, she'd most likely-"
He broke her off again, shaking his head. "Brooklyn Arizona, didn't your parents teach you any manners?"
"No, but my mom taught me how to roll a cigarette when I was six, and my dad taught me how to mix the perfect rye and Coke by the time I was nine. Austin tried to teach me some manners, but look at how little he has," she said, smirking. "Speaking of Christmas dinner, have you set up your flight yet?"
His eyes widened as he was slipping his wallet into his back pocket. Turning to her, he shook his head. "I never even thought of it. Damn. When is your brother coming out?" he asked, watching as she got off of his bed and started to make it.
"A week and a half, and you need some manners of your own, or at least some diplomacy. Mia is coming out too, Chris, and she's just looking for an opportunity to kill you after what you said to her last time she called. I'd suggest getting as far away from here as possible before she comes." She finished smoothing out the comforter and motioned for him to help her fold up the blanket that he had kicked onto the ground in the middle of the night. "You were supposed to call your mom and let her know when you were going to be out there, too."
Nodding, Chris sighed and watched as she put the folded blanket back onto the bed and put the pillows back where they belong. "Damn, I didn't even think of it. Even when I helped you put up the Christmas lights outside, I didn't even clue in."
Brooklyn laughed lightly as they started out of his bedroom and down the stairs. "Don't feel so bad. I didn't clue in until yesterday, when JC asked me if we were going to be spending New Years Eve together. He wanted to know if I wanted to go down to Times Square this year, and party with thousands of other people in freezing cold weather." She shrugged as they rounded the corner into the kitchen. "I'm not sure yet. It seems like it would be a big hassle if just one person recognized us. Martina McBride is throwing a New Years party, and she invited us, but if we went, that would mean that we would have to get dressed up. Do you know what you're doing yet?"
"Besides turning down a bunch of invitations, I have no idea. I was planning on watching the man that never ages. I think Dick Clark found the fountain of youth and he's not telling anyone about it." She shook her head at his words. "I heard that Seattle has quite the party down near the Space Needle."
Her head turned towards him, as a smile started to spread across her face. "You're not too obvious there, Chris," she chastised him. "I know that Alexandra lives in Seattle, and if you want to spend the time with her, I'm not going to say a word." Pausing, she frowned. "Okay, so I won't say one word, but I'll say two. Stupid idea."
Sighing, he sunk down into one of the kitchen chairs and watched as she poured two cups of coffee, handing one off to him. "Enlighten me, Miss Turner. Why is it such a stupid idea?"
"Because I'd fear for your life if you went up there to spend the holiday with her. Besides, I thought you and I were supposed to watch the football games together the next day. You know that I love college football, and I need you there to help me support Tennessee."
He raised his hands, as if he were trying to keep her away from him. "I'm more of a Miami fan than anything, sweetheart. There's still the Superbowl."
"NFL isn't as fun as college football," she said lowly, frowning again. "Fine, I won't bring it up again. If you want to break your plans with me, it doesn't really matter. You're right, there's always other football games. You want to ditch me on the biggest day in sports, go for it. I won't hold it against you."
"Brooke," he said, pleading for her to stop.
She shrugged and sipped her coffee. "No, really, Chris, I don't mind. It doesn't bother me. Sure, the day won't be as fun without you there, but I can deal. It isn't the first time that someone ditched me, and I'm sure it won't be the last." Her eyes lowered to the table, as she pouted lightly.
"Brooklyn."
Her wide and innocent eyes raised to look at him for a moment, before they dropped back down to the table. "I said, I'm not going to deny you one little bit of happiness. It's not a big deal. Don't worry."
He groaned and looked away towards the window, unable to watch her pout any longer. "Look, if I go to Seattle, I'll only stay for a little while and then fly back to see you and watch the games with you. Just...stop looking at me like that. I hate it when you do that."
Smiling, she chuckled under her breath. "I'm just kidding, Chris. If you go to Seattle, I hope you have fun. Stay out there as long as you want, but just remember that you're supposed to be back in Orlando on the fifth to start recording your new album."
"I hate you. I really do," he said, nodding, before giving her a curious look. "Wait, how did you know that we're supposed to go in then?"
"Because I know that it's the last time that I'm going to see JC for a few weeks. You know how he is when you start recording. I'll be lucky if he calls me once. He can barely tear himself away long enough to shave, let alone talk to me, but I don't blame him. I've got to head back to Tennessee to clear up some paperwork at the restaurant, anyway. Mia refuses to help Austin with that, and you know what he's like when it comes to politics and business. That's my job."
He nodded, relief washing over him. He wasn't even sure if he was going to Seattle to spend New Years with Alex (although he wanted to), but if he did, he wanted to make sure that he had some time clear to spend with her. Brooklyn had him worried there for awhile, and he hadn't even picked up on the fact that she was just teasing him. He was losing his touch. "You working on a new album soon?"
She sighed. "Probably. We haven't set up any dates in the studio yet, but I have a feeling that when you're done with your album, we're going to start on mine, since JC wanted to produce this one. Then I'm supposed to tag along with him for the promotion of your album, and he's coming with me when we promote mine. God, we needed this vacation more than we realized. Not only that, but I have a meeting soon with Cover Girl." When she saw her friend's look, she laughed. "Faith decided that she didn't want to spend so much time away from her girls, so she decided not to sign the next contract. They want me to fill the country star spot, especially because of my relationship with JC. They think that it'll make teenage girls buy more of their products. I don't even like make up."
"Wow, that could be in the millions. You're not doing too bad," he said with a smile. "Speaking of JC, have you guys decided where you're going to live yet?"
"Belleview," she said quickly, before laughing. "Only he doesn't know it yet. I really don't want to live in Orlando. I hate big cities, but I know that he doesn't want to put too much distance between him and you guys, so we'll most likely end up there. I'll keep my house, though, just in case."
"I'd love it if you were in Orlando. I'd get to see you more often than I usually do. Wait, maybe that's not such a good idea," he added, pretending to think about when she gave him a look. His eyes went towards the clock. "Damn, I've got fifteen minutes. You think I'm ready?"
She tapped her chin with one finger, examining him. "Well, you should put on at least a little cologne, and you need to take your contacts out and put on your glasses. Believe me, you'll look even better if you wear them. Then, you'll be ready." She picked up her coffee mug and gestured to the doorway. "Come on, back up the stairs we go. I swear, you're worse than a girl."
Alex sighed, and pulled her hair through the hair elastic one more time. She let go and looked at her reflection in the mirror, trying to tell if it was centered better than her last attempt. The words that Chris had spoken last time they had seen each other had come back to her that morning, and was the only reason that she even considered wrestling with her hair to put it in a ponytail. If he liked it that way, that was what he was going to get, she thought with a slight smile.
The brush went back down on the counter as she smiled confidently into the mirror, nodding her head. "Perfect," she whispered to herself, turning on her heel to go into the living room, where she had left everything that she would need earlier that morning. She still didn't know what to expect from this afternoon. The trip into town was a nice excuse to spend more time with him, but she also knew that she could use this to her advantage, and put her plan into action.
It had taken her most of the night, but she had finally made up a plan to use. She was proud of what she had figured out, and she knew that it would work. It had to. Any extra information that she could get to use in the book would be the perfect accomplishment for her. The perfect addition to the information and notes that she had already read over. The new packet of information, articles, and video taped interviews were going to be coming tomorrow, but anything that Chris could tell her about what happened would be even better than what she was about to get.
She had to admit that she was a little scared. She had never done anything of this multitude before. Acting like a bitch was natural, but purposely going after someone...well that was a little new, but she knew that she could do it. It might take her a little while, she reasoned, but she knew that she would be able to do this. Her only concern was making sure, if Chris didn't already know, that he didn't know what she was up to. Pretending to be innocent would be a stretch, but one that would be well worth it.
Her breath caught in her throat as she heard a knock on the door, and she looked towards it for a moment. A smile started on her face as she hurried to put on her jacket and throw her purse over her shoulder as she started to walk towards it.
Phase one was about to begin.
Chapter Eighteen
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