Page 154 of Between Secrets and Obsession

“I could’ve sworn Eric took care of that recently…” she mutters as if speaking to herself. “I want those cameras back up and running immediately!”

“Yes ma’am. As soon as we get power, they should reboot.”

“It’s late, and I don’t have time to worry about this, so I expect you to handle it.”

“Absolutely. I’ll text you as soon as it’s taken care of,” Ty confirms.

“Good,” Victoria says, then hangs up.

I blow out a relieved breath. “What a bitch.”

Ty chuckles. “You have no idea.”

Then he turns off his phone and hands it to me. “Throw this one out too. It has a tracker on it, and I bought a burner phone when I went shopping the other day.”

I roll down my window and chuck it. “Now what?”

“I’ll text Liam when we’re closer to Oregon.”

My heart drops into my stomach.

“Wait. We’re not going to Sacramento?”

“Not yet. I’m taking you somewhere safe for now. You gotta trust me, okay?”

I do,mostly. But that was when I thought he was taking me to California. Now I’m being moved from one secret location to another.

“Okay,” I whisper. “How long until I can go home?”

Ty doesn’t respond right away, which means it’s not going to be an answer I like.

“It depends.”

“On?” I prompt. “Tell me.”

I don’t want to be handled with kid gloves. I want to know all the possibilities of how this could backfire and keep me away from everyone I love.

“On when Victoria releases him,” he finally says. “I have enough shit on her to give Liam leverage for a divorce, but it doesn’t mean she’s gonna let him go without a fight.”

“Of fucking course not,” I mumble.

“Don’t worry.” He reaches over and squeezes my hand. “You have me on your side, and I’ll stop at nothing to help Liam. Or you.”

Resting against the seat, I try to relax. I’m still comprehending this whole fucking day, but it’s hard to wrap my mind around it. Memories of every encounter I’ve had with Ty over the past two weeks flash in my head. Why he was so invested in me, why he’d be hot one moment and cold the next, why hecaredmore than Eric did—these questions are finally answered.

“Can I ask you something personal?” I ask after more time passes.

“Sure.”

“Are you married?

“No.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Nope.”

“Hmm.” I pinch my lips and move them side to side.