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I follow him and he jumps straight into it. Asking their open-ended questions, seeing if I can talk myself into what happened. I do my best to be vague and answer in half truths. As much as it seems like it was an accident, it wasn’t. Or at least that's how a jury would see it. So half-truths. Yes, we went fishing. No, we didn’t push him, I'm sure my stabbing him didn’t help; no point dwelling on it though. No, I have no idea why he attacked us; probably because he was convinced, we were going to kill him.
I give them just enough to not get myself cuffed.
They wrap up the questions, stating they have everything they need and that they’ll be in touch. I’m caught somewhere between relief and anxious. Everything was done in self-defence, kind of.
Brent, who isn’t very happy with me, but also understands why the guy had to go, approaches me. “You’re fucking lucky that you’re bruised and Davis is wounded, or I don’t think you would have gotten away with that.”
“We didn’t kill him, he fell in.” I wave my hand out in the direction of the coastline we pulled his body from, choosing not to add in the stabbing part.
“Did you stab him though, with intent to kill him?” Yeah, he has me there. “Exactly.”
His tone has me questioning, “You’re happy we’re hurt?”
“Yes.” And with that he walks away.
Yeah, he’s mad. To be fair I’m mad too, but for different reasons. Him, because I dragged the station through something messy, and potentially put Molly in harm’s way. Me, because I killed for Morgan, and she hasn’t acknowledged it. I know Davis, loose lipped because he’s drugged up to the eyeballs on pain meds, has told her. Not to mention she isn’t dumb, she would have worked it out. So, where’s the ‘thanks Rhys’?
Chapter Twelve
MORGAN
Iheard Rhys in the shower. Couldn’t not. He’s vocal.
I think my brain broke when he said my name. I try to tell myself it’s just a name. But that doesn’t change the fact knowing he was thinking of me has turned me on. I have not been this horny since, well ever, I think. My underwear is damp and my clit pulses. Reminding me she’s still there.
Am I really thinking about Rhys in that way?
Eww no. It’s Rhys. He is Shane’s best friend. I will not cross that line.
I haven’t had an orgasm in… Fuck I don’t know when I came last. It’s a bit hard when sex felt like a chore. And if I had a moment to myself, it was to patch myself up. That’s the only time he left me alone. Even my period wasn’t a “safe time” for me.
I have a moment to myself now though. Rhys is with the cops. Esky is asleep. Oh my god, am I about to…
“Morgan?”
Fuck. No, I’m not.
Molly and I hang out while the men talk to the cops. Brent sent her here for that reason. Thankfully it seems my name, or the events of the previous night, don’t get mentioned.
Rhys comes back and tells Molly that Brent wants her home. I wave goodbye then turn my attention to Rhys who is just staring at me.
Looking at him puzzled, I ask. “What?”
“How about a thank you?” His eyes widen as if it’s the obvious thing.
“Ah, for what?”
He runs his hand through his hair; I watch as his muscles contract with the movement. Is it normal to want to lick them? “For what? How about for killing that guy for you.”
“I want to make it painfully clear, I didn’t ask you to do that.” I stand up to leave. “And besides, whatever do you mean? You haven’t told me shit.”
I don’t hang around to hear his excuse, making my way to my room. But it’s Rhys so he yells out, “I know Davis told you. He is on pain meds, can’t shut him up.”
I continue not to say anything but just before closing the door, I flip him off.
The last thing I see before closing the door is him glaring at me. It creates a warm feeling in my chest. I love pissing him off. My favourite pastime, really. The minutes tick past, and I grow bored. But I don’t want to be the first to crack, so I decide to call Shane since apparently, I have reception. I haven’t spoken to him in a while and I kind of miss him.
The phone rings and rings and rings. Just as I’m about to give up he answers.
