Page 78 of Behind the Scenes

For a prosecutor, he has a really shitty poker face.

“I wanted to see if it’s true,” he admitted. “After it came out, your parents have been messaging me nonstop asking me to save their poor little Laurie from making a horrible mistake?—”

“Why are you still in contact with them?” I hissed. White hot anger coursed through my veins. “I told you I didn’t want?—”

“Anything to do with them or for them to know where you are. I know.” He lowered his hands and gave me a pitiful look. “But they’re worried about you. Especially now that’s you’ve picked up some wannabe movie star?—”

Harley suddenly moved to stand in front of me, her free hand coming up behind her so she could pull me close.Like a shield.

“You are breaking and entering,” Harley deadpanned, her tone deadly. “You have thirty seconds to vacate the property, or I will be forced to make you. Self-defense and all that.”

“Someone is reading up on their law books,” Lenard said with a laugh. “Is that what you do when you’re holed up here and Laura’s done with you?”

“Twenty seconds,” she warned.

She is going to kill him… And am I going to let her?

This wouldn’t look good. Not to any jury. Not when?—

“But I have a key.” Lenard held up the small metal object for her to see. One I had definitelynotgiven him.The prick.“So no, not breaking and entering. Nor am I a threat to your life?—”

Harley let go of me and stalked forward. Lenard’s eyes widened, and for the first time, his instincts seemed to kick in. He turned, ready to run out of the house.

But Harley was too fast.Too fucking fast.

She reached him in seconds and stabbed the knife into him.

Right in his fucking back.

harley

. . .

“My love,” I said as I leaned forward. “Why am I still in here?”

The glass separating us was pissing me off. So was the guard standing behind me. Even the fucking smell of the place was threatening to send me into a frenzy.

It had happened so fast.

Once the knife was in his back, it was like I’d blinked, and the police and an ambulance were there. Then I blinked again and we were at the hospital, and then another and I was being put in handcuffs.

All the while, Laura was deep in thought, her eyebrows pushed together. Never in all the time I had been watching her had I seen her so distressed.

She didn’t know what to do.For the first time, my lovely, beautiful, smart Laura didn’t know what to do.

And it concerned me.

Because I fucked up.

I acted on impulse.And anger.I could have let him run, but I had been so angry that he tried to break into Laura’s house that I couldn’t controlmyself.

What if he had done that while I was gone? What would have happened to her?

When I imagined Laura alone and him walking in there like he owned the place, my blood boiled.

I should have fucking killed him.

I would have if Laura hadn’t told me to stop.