Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Officer Wilcox blew out a breath, sounding relieved. “I was hoping you would, Miss Lennon. A warrant will be issued for his arrest before the end of the day. I’ll give you a call when he’s locked up. Mind you, he may be released on bail, but I’ll push to get you and your son a restraining order against him, okay?”
A shiver of fear raced down my spine at his words. “Thank you.”
“Have a good day, Miss Wilcox. I’ll keep you up to date.”
As soon as the call was over, I lurched from the couch and rushed for the kitchen, vomiting into the trashcan. Jimmie was right behind me, and as soon as I bent over, gripping the sides of the white trashcan, he was holding my hair back for me, his other hand rubbing my back in soothing circles.
As soon as my stomach was empty, I collapsed to my knees and burst into tears. Jimmie sank to his knees with me and wrapped his arms around me, crushing me to his chest. I clung to him, sobs wracking my chest. My shoulders shook, and it fucking hurt to breathe.
“You’re so brave,” Jimmie whispered as he tucked my head beneath his chin. “My brave fucking girl. I’m so goddamn proud of you.”
Chapter Fourteen
Jimmie
After Trinity’s phone call with Officer Wilcox, I laid down with her on the couch, and she took a nap. She was so drained after throwing up and sobbing in my arms. But she’d been so damn brave while making that phone call. So strong. She had no idea how damn proud of her I was for pushing through and facing her fears.
While she’d been asleep, I’d sent out a message into the family group chat, asking if we could do dinner at Dylan’s parents’, and of course, Dylan’s mom, Miranda, replied immediately, telling me yes. This was what Trinity needed—to be surrounded by family. It would recenter her and remind her that she wasn’t alone.
And it would show her that she had more than just me in her corner. This entire family would bend over backward to not only keep her safe, but to love her as well.
She wasn’t alone. She’d never be alone.
“Are you sure they’re okay with me coming?” Trinity asked as I made my way down the long, winding driveway to Miranda and George’s place.
I scoffed and squeezed her hand, which I was holding on the middle console. “You really think Miranda would be upset that you’re visiting? One, she adores the ground Wyatt walks on. And two, she’s always asking about you, wanting to know how you’re doing. When I told her you were here for the foreseeable future, she demanded I bring you to dinner.”
Which wasn’t a lie. Her message, which had been in all caps, had read:
Miranda:
SHE’S IN TOWN AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME? YOU BETTER BRING HER TO DINNER TONIGHT. I’LL GET IN TOUCH WITH THE FAMILY. I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU THOUGHT YOU HAD TO ASK TO BRING HER TO DINNER. STUPID BOY. YOU BETTER BE GLAD I LOVE YOU.
“But she has to cook more,” Trinity said, truly sounding concerned about Miranda cooking. Honestly though, Dylan’s mom could easily feed an entire platoon of soldiers without ever breaking a sweat.
“We do Sunday dinner every week anyway,” I assured her. “And there’s always so much food, all three of us guys end up taking leftovers home. I promise, if extra cooking is what you’re worried about, that’s certainly not a problem.”
“She does cook a lot of food,” Wyatt piped up from the backseat. He patted his tummy. “And it’s so yummy!”
Trinity and I both laughed as I made my way around the last sharp curve that would lead up to Dylan’s parents’ place. They lived on a farm just like I did in a double-wide mobile home that had been renovated over the years as Dylan grew up to resemble a regular, single-family home. I’d learned to drive a tractor here, learned how to plow fields, and got all my hands-on training to run my own farm right here at their place.
It was where I’d figured out being an attorney and working in the family law firm would never be something I could be happy with. Stuffy suits, client meetings, and always being indoors? That wasn’t me. I wanted the hard work, the long hours in the sun, and the peace and quiet that came with being a farmer.
Trinity had been here a handful of times after she had Wyatt, usually when I was so busy that taking time to go pick up Wyatt myself would put me behind schedule. And while I never complained about having to go pick him up, Trinity always seemed to know when work was extra demanding, and she would just randomly send me a text that read along the lines of: