was
going to have to give myself completely over to him, the way I’d just
done. I was going to have to have
faith, even when he shut down and his walls came up. I was going to have to decide that I believed him, no matter
what the evidence said.
And if I was going to do that, if I was
going to give myself to him and allow myself to try and imagine a life with
this man, I was going to have to do whatever I could to help prove his
innocence.
Noah held me tight, the smell of leather
and alcohol and sex permeating the room.
He ran his hand up and down my back, his
fingers tangling in my hair.
“Charlotte,” he whispered.
“Yes?”
He took my chin in his hand and turned my
face toward his, forcing me to look him in the eye. “I love you,” he said, his voice heavy with emotion.
“I love you, too,” I said. I had never meant anything more in my
life.
I loved him.
I was in love with him.
I would stand by him no matter what.
“Noah,” I said.
“Yes?”
“We need to figure out who killed Katie.”
“No, we don’t, Charlotte.” There was disappointment in his voice,
and I could tell he was thinking this was Criminal Law 101 – the defense
didn’t have to prove someone else committed the crime. They only had to leave reasonable doubt
that the defendant hadn’t done it.
But it was pure fantasy to think you
could rely on the prosecution not meeting their burden of proof. Juries were tricky. They could decide cases based on a
million different factors – the color of someone’s shirt, a prosecutor
who reminded them of a relative. But if you had another suspect, if you’d solved the murder, then it
didn’t matter.
“We’re going to find out who did that to
Katie,” I said.
Noah pulled back and looked at me. “Charlotte,” he said warningly. “What are you talking about?”
I tangled my legs more with his, enjoying
the feel of his warm skin and taut muscles. “We have to draw him out.”
“Who?”
“The killer,” I said, my heart racing.
“We have to draw him out.” It was a crazy idea, and yet it was going to
work. I could feel it.
“No, Charlotte.” Noah’s hand slid down my arm, sending
shivers up my spine.
“Yes.” I propped myself up on my elbow. “We’ll draw him out.” I looked at Noah, thrusting my chin in
the air, daring him to contradict what I was about to say. “It won’t be hard. We’ll just have to use me as bait.”
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