Page 57 of Such A Good Guy

And then what?

I felt a prickle of uneasiness as the police station appeared in the warm autumnal evening glow of a street light.

And then what?

Attempts to escape, Luke in jail, missing the birth of the twins.

I was walking so fast that I took a moment to pause and pant heavily, my hands unconsciously rubbing my belly.

Well, fuck, I was really starting to show now.

There was a rolling fluttering in my belly and I gasped in surprise.

My babies!

My heart leaped inside me, a flush of joy so intense and all-consuming that I felt my body couldn’t take it.

Would they be dark-haired like me? Blue-eyed like Luke?

Oh, hell.

I had been protecting my sunny himbo ever since the first day I met him and my jackass older brother was trying to cheat him.

He had always been big and sunny and I had been quiet and diligent, and no one was going to take advantage of Luke O’Neill on my watch.

I knew exactly what he was and I loved him anyways, the unhinged murderous psychopath.

And I turned around and walked in the opposite direction until I was standing underneath a window at Ignatius’ Air BnB.

Digging around in my purse, I brought up a nail file and wiggled it under the window, trying to get some leverage to break in.

But apparently people in Prince Edward Island were very trusting because the window was barely shut.

Well, now I had to get my pregnant ass through this window. It was a good thing Luke wasn’t here, because I probably wouldn’t be able to stand up after he got through with me.

When I got inside after awkwardly wiggling through the window, I took out my phone and used it to look around in the darkened rooms.

Ignatius wasn’t the most suspicious fucking criminal either, since he literally had the documents all spread out across the kitchen table.

I leaned over and looked at Luke’s assessment.

Likely sociopath. . .very dangerous. . .has not found a fixation yet. . .most unusual. . .high danger to society except for whoever or whatever he fixates on. . . very charming. . .

I forced myself to read the whole report carefully.

Turn in the man who watched Pride & Prejudice with me every Christmas and had Mr. Darcy’s lines memorized? I thought not.

There was a rustling noise in the doorway and I looked up.

“You know he’s dangerous,” Ignatius said. “Give him up.”

He reached into his pocket for his cell phone. “I’m calling the police.”

I folded the report in a neat, tidy pile.

Nothing and nobody was getting to Luke except through me.

“Do it and I’ll ruin you.”

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