Deep Surrendering: Episode Ten by Chelsea M. Cameron Read Free Book Online Page B

totally silly, but it was a nice way to break the conversational ice. After that, I would text him a few times a day. We’d also meet up at the library and I got a hell of a lot of work done with him. He was definitely a good academic influence.
    We didn’t talk about what we were doing, even though we almost always got coffee together, and sometimes dinner. On the weekends, I thought about calling or messaging him and asking if he wanted to hang out, but I didn’t want to give him the wrong idea.
    He stopped making passes (as innocent as they had been) at me and there was no more talk of past relationships. We settled into something easy and casual and fun. Just what I needed.
    Chloe reluctantly accompanied me to Pilates and afterwards in the sauna, she begrudgingly admitted that she’d liked it and would come again. Of course we went out and had burgers afterwards, which became our ritual. The good with the bad.
    She made inquiries about Chase, but didn’t push me about dating him, or if I liked him that way, etc. for which I was grateful.
    I left my apartment a lot more, either to hang out with Chase, Chloe or my group of girlfriends which was plus one now that Rory was serious with that Lucas guy. Or I guess I should call him Lucah now, seeing as how that was his real name. I’d been wrapped up in my own Fin drama, but a lot had gone down with Rory. Her new man wasn’t just a lowly assistant, but a corporate spy, hired by the board of Clarke Enterprises to root out some shady people. It was a whole big drama, and I thought they were going to cancel their company ball, but things were going forward.
    I tried to be supportive of Rory as much as I could because things weren’t easy for her right now. At least she had Lucah as a support, and apparently, they were even moving in together. I almost asked her how her mother felt about that since her mother had always harbored a wish that Rory would end up with Fin, but I didn’t want to talk about him. Rory was so busy that she didn’t mention him when we were out. Or maybe she sensed that something was off and kept her mouth shut. Either way, as long as no one brought him up, things were good.
    A few days before the ball, I was coming back from another lovely visit with my mother when I found something odd in the mail. And by lovely, I mean she lectured me on how I should find a man because I was getting older and my eggs were dying and she wanted grandchildren whether I wanted to have them or not. I wasn’t in the best of moods at all.
    The envelope was addressed to me, but my name was printed instead of being handwritten and there was a strange return address that I didn’t recognize from New Jersey. I didn’t know anyone in New Jersey.
    I ripped it open and nearly crumpled to the floor of my apartment.
     
    Dear Marisol,
     
    I’m writing you this to tell you that it’s done. I’m finally free. It took longer than I thought and I wish… Once again, I wish so many things.
     
    My father is currently on the run from an entire list of charges including murder, embezzlement, fraud and too many others to put here. I’d always known his business practices were suspect, but I didn’t know how much until I started digging. I’ve been collecting things here and there for years, hiding them away, waiting for the day when I could go to the FBI with them. I would tell myself that I didn’t have enough, or they wouldn’t believe me, but then you happened. YOU. The reason I was finally able to put everything together and do the right thing. I regret letting him go on for so long when I knew what was happening. I’ve told you that I’m not a nice person, Marisol, but you never believed me. I’m still not a nice person, but I hope I can try to be a better one.
     
    I’m not scared of him anymore. The company is being shut down as I write this. Agents all over the world are no doubt ransacking the offices, gathering even more evidence. You see, my father might have