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I grabbed it, closed the door behind me, and tore it open.
Inside was a padded envelope that contained a sim card and a thumb drive. A small Post-it was stuck to the outside.
Anne Greely, Margaret Simmons, and Liz Barkett
Give ’em hell.
Love,
Donna
My heart soared. Donna had come through. I knew this was the sim card from my company iPhone. And it would have all the evidence I needed to make my case. And these other three women? I hated the idea that there were more victims out there, but I was desperate to talk to them. To tell them what I was doing and hear their stories.
I packed everything back in the padded envelope and stashed it in my bedroom. Tomorrow I would get to work, but tonight, I had a gala to attend.
* * *
The drive to Boston was nerve-wracking. I was starting to panic. What was I thinking? I didn’t want to face the Burns & Glenn people again. And what if Max was there?
Declan gently covered my hand with his. “Listen, there is no need to be nervous. We can walk out at any time. You don’t owe these people anything.”
I stared out the window, trying to breathe through my anxiety. I squeezed his hand.
“I mean it. We can turn around right now and go home. Or better yet, I’ll take you somewhere really nice in the city tonight, anywhere you want.”
His palm felt so steady, so resolute in my hand. “It’s fine,” I said softly. “I need to go. I need to show up. I need to show those assholes that I’m not afraid of them.”
He turned and gave me a huge smile. “Then we will knock ’em dead, killer.”
The Grand Bostonian Hotel was one of the oldest and the nicest in the city. I had rented us a room for the night to thank Declan for being my date. I figured that after I had my fill of boring legal people, I would want to tear off Declan’s clothes and wouldn’t be able to make it all the way back to Havenport.
Our room was gorgeous and came equipped with the champagne and ice bucket I had ordered. We hung up our fancy clothes, and Declan poured me a glass.
He raised his. “To you. You are amazing.”
I blushed. “Hardly. To us,” I said instead, not sure what it meant or what I wanted it to mean.
His eyes turned molten as he clinked my glass. “To us,” he repeated softly, slowly easing the strap of my tank top off my shoulder and lightly kissing my collarbone. I leaned my head back and my fingers found his hair, tangling it between my fingers.
Soon I was straddling him as we furiously kissed, and I tore his T-shirt over his head. His hands were everywhere, making me ache with want.
My anxiety was gone, replaced by pure lust as we shed our clothes and he carried me to the bed.
“Lie down,” I said, my voice husky.
“You want to be on top?” He smirked.
“Yes.”
“I’ll give you whatever you need.”
“What I need is you inside me. So follow orders,” I snapped.
He leaned back with a filthy grin on his face. “Do your worst, killer.”
I kissed my way slowly down his body, teasing and biting him as I made my way toward my ultimate destination. His hips bucked off the bed as I gently licked his cock, taking pains to go as slowly as possible.
He growled, “I can’t take it.”
