Page 53 of In Death, Love Survives

“The only positive of this situation is…”

Fuck, I can’t say her name. Not here. Not when I’ve already given whoever is doing their follow-ups on me so much intel to work with.

“I know.”

I look around the room at all the visitors, and there is no sign of Nova. Not even in the entryway or hallway that I can see from this direction.

“She’s not coming.”

Caleb grins and crosses his arms over his chest with a raised eyebrow.

“Why do you say that?”

“I think she thought it was someone else,” I say in disbelief.

“No way.”

“Yeah, I told her a girl was coming. I thought she knew it was her, but maybe not.”

“I’m sure she did.”

“Well, if that’s true, then she’s drawing her line in the sand, and what I thought was happening between us isn’t.”

I need to vent, but I have to remember not to say anything further. They shouldn’t care about this conversation anyway.

“Yeah?” he says with an amused expression.

“Fuck, sorry.” I scrub a hand down my face.

Caleb tilts his head up, gesturing to look behind where I’m seated. The entrance to the prison is in that direction, andeven employees have to go through that doorway to get to their offices.

Standing there, looking like a precious doll, shocked that I’m sitting with Caleb and not another vixen, is my Nova girl.

She’s breathtaking like this. I’ve never seen her dressed down before. Here in a flowing sundress and sandals, she’s every bit the same dream I see when I close my eyes at night.

I give her a small wave and shoot her a wink.

That’s when I’m hit with the realization that I’m completely obsessed with Dr. Nova Fletcher. Her blinding, wide smile takes over despite her best efforts to hide it.

With a light shake of her head, she goes through the employee entrance and disappears from my sight.

When I face Caleb again, the bastard looks so smug.

“You’re so utterly fucked, you know that?”

“I’m going to marry that woman.”

His eyes shoot out like I’ve told him I’m a born-again Christian. I chuckle at his reaction to the news.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be my best man.”

“Fucking hilarious, man. Can do,” he says with a dark laugh.

“You’ll come back next Sunday?”

“Yeah. I’ll keep you updated on the situation.”

“Thanks.”