Page 51 of In Death, Love Survives
“I wouldn’t know,” I admit.
“It’s a shame,” he says in a soft voice.
I wait for him to keep going. My body is vibrating as this energy courses through every inch of it.
“I’d love to see her come undone. To trust the unknown. Take a leap.”
There is no other blonde woman, is there? He’s talking about me, or so I hope. I take a small chance that I’m right.
“I’m sure she would love to do that with you,” I whisper.
Wolfe slowly leans back. I do the same.
“She’s a lucky girl to have your utmost attention like this,” I lie.
Part of me knows that he’s talking about me, but the insecure part is dying to find out for sure.
“She is.”
“I’m sure Sunday will be special for you then.”
“It could be.”
“Why wouldn’t it?” I can’t help asking.
“If she shows, then I’ll know the truth.”
“The truth of how she feels?”
“Yeah, dollface. That’s right.”
SEVEN
Wolfe
“I needyou to look into a few people for me.”
Caleb adjusts from across my way.
He’s my actual visitor this Sunday. Sitting across from me in the open, spacious visiting room with others, it’s a relief in some ways to not have to talk into a little phone behind glass.
This supervised lounge area is better than I thought it would be, from the way Toby and the others spoke about it.
“Just give me their names.”
“Ryan Owens. Crawley Jones. Rim Herbert. Sam Snow.”
Caleb soaks in each name, and I watch as he mentally digests them.
“Anyone else?”
“Nah, I think that should be it.”
“Sure you don’t want to include the lady of the hour in this?”
I swallow thickly.
“I need her to tell me her story when she feels like it.”
