Anyone But Him by Theresa Linden

Author:Theresa Linden
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mystery romance, pro-life mystery romance, clean romance, Christian romance, amnesia story, redemption, second chances, new adult mystery romance, new adult fiction, new adult
Publisher: Silver Fire Publishing
Published: 2018-04-05T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 24

“OH, PLEASE CALL him,” I begged.

I walked backwards so I could read Roland’s expression as we crossed the parking lot from Wright Investigators to my Honda. Heat radiated from asphalt that had baked in the sun all day, warming my ankles.

Roland’s gaze flitted from me to Sean, who made a backward glance on the way to his car, to Mitch, who had just left the building, and back to me. Victor was out on an appointment and Candice was the only one who didn’t seem anxious to leave at five.

Wanting to convince Roland, I grabbed his hand and clasped it between mine. “Ple-e-ease.”

“I don’t know.” With the hint of a smile, he tugged his hand free. “I think you should call. He won’t like hearing that question from me.” Sweet Roland, gray eyes flickering with concern, always seemed so considerate of others’ feelings.

Turning around, I fished the keys from my purse. “I don’t want to ask him.” A twinge of guilt struck me. I should be the one to ask, but I doubted Jarret would like my idea. “He gets so moody when I talk to him. I told you how he threw the mustard bottle.” The entire incident threatened to invade my thoughts.

I quickened my steps to the car and lifted my key fob, remembering to use it this time to unlock the doors.

“Well, it’s not like he threw it at you.” Roland must’ve hated that I’d mentioned the incident, especially since I’d said it in the office, within earshot of Sean and Mitch. He’d caught the “I told you so” look Sean had given me, though he wouldn’t have understood its meaning.

I hadn’t meant to complain, shouldn’t have brought it up at all, but I couldn’t stand the emotions clashing inside my brain ever since seeing Jarret at the house. And I’d wanted Roland to know we had spoken and that Jarret had to work late.

“Let’s stay home,” Roland said. “We can rent a movie and make something for dinner.”

Frustrated, I groaned. “Why should I have to ask permission anyway? He said he was going to be late and I should find something to do.” I dropped into the driver’s seat of my warm car and closed the door. In the few seconds it took Roland to walk around the car, the impression of Jarret’s embrace came unbidden to my mind, the feel of his whiskers on my cheek, his skin, his scent, his kisses...

The passenger side door opened, swirling my thoughts like fall leaves in a little whirlwind. Roland got into the car, closed the door, and sighed. “Caitlyn, you know how Jarret is. If he comes home and we’re not there, he’ll think the worst. So it’s not asking for permission, it’s just... it’s being married.”

“Oh, ple-e-ease.” Desperate to run from my thoughts, I twisted toward Roland and reached for the cell phone on his belt, but he grabbed it first. “Just call him!” I shouted.

Shaking his head, Roland sighed and made the call. A few seconds later he said, “What?” into the phone, sounding offended.

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