Page 47 of Into The Rabbit Hole

Chapter 9

Wade

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All it took wasone look at her and it would calm him. The sight of Chloe would calm the inner turmoil and rage that raced throughout his body and threatened to turn him into a killer when he thought ofZeek.

Wade released the breath he’d been holding onto, sat up straighter in his chair, and tried his best not to bring that guy into his consciousness. Zeek played him and Jared like a game he was used to winning. Fooled them effortlessly and bamboozled them with his sales figures andmad skills.Jesus, Wade swore when he found out that it was Zeek who killed Merissa, he could have dissipated from the anger and shock that ravaged his body. It was amazing how he’d always had a feeling about theguy.

Wade spoke to Jared the first chance he got and was told that Zeek hadn’t been back to the office since Wade had been arrested. Jared thought that it was because of that why he immediately stopped doing business with them, but of course now they knewdifferently.

He actually still couldn’t believe it. Wade had trusted Zeek. Trusted him with his business and even took him for afriend.

Remembering him was still hard, and when he pushed his mind to think back to high school and try to remember his encounters with Zeek, Wade still had no recollection. He remembered everyone else but not Zeek. He decided that it definitely couldn’t have been high school that they crossed paths. Hazy images of being in a park somewhere with a bunch of kids kept coming into his mind when he imagined a younger Zeek, and that was a very long time ago, like maybe when he was twelve or something. But that was it. Nothing more, and honestly that part didn’tmatter.

If Wade couldn’t remember him, then he simply couldn’t. What did matter, however, was that he had killed Merissa and was still on the loose, and Zeek was just an accomplice. The person who was after them was far worse. The thought of that actually made his skin crawl and it made him all the more grateful to be out ofprison.

Thanks to Wesley, another massive surprise he was still trying to get his head around. Wade couldn’t believe that Wesley had been able to think of the bike’s camera, and he had to admit that he didn’t think anyone else would have had that idea. It was jealousy that made Wade still feel some indifference to him, simply because he knew he and Chloe shared a special relationship no one else wouldhave.

He knew he had nothing to worry about with Chloe, these last few weeks proved that to him. Wade hadn’t spoken to Wesley yet but he would, he wanted to thank him for his help in person. His gratitude warranted more than a phone call, and Wade would do that as soon as hecould.

He steadied his gaze on Chloe as she moved around in the kitchen, making him breakfast. The calmness filled him again and he focused on her, pushing Zeek aside. He’d missed her so much, feared he would never see her again, and never imagined that he would have this again withher.

This simple picture where they were in the kitchen like a normal couple and she was busy taking care of him while he sat at the breakfast table checking her out. He wanted to make her breakfast in bed but she beat him to the kitchen by waking up earlier than him. It was the smell of food that woke him up, and by the time he got in here the table was filled with food, but now she was making something else. She hadn’t allowed him to miss a meal. The last three days had been thesame.

That first day they came home and fell straight into bed where they allowed passion to take over and he made love to her until they both passed out. When they eventually woke up, she became like this. Serving him up four-course meals at all meal times and taking the very best care of him. And she clung to him likeglue.

The only moments he had away from her were the two times he’d seen his parents and Taylor, and when he wasasleep.

Those moments had seemed like eons and he couldn’t wait to either be back in her presence or wakeup.

When he was with her, he couldn’t stop looking at the perfection of her. The woman was perfect. Perfect—no matter what time of day it was she looked beautiful, asleep orawake.

He ran his gaze over her body as she moved around to the counter and reached up the cupboard to get theflour.

Her long, slender arms looked graceful, the curve of her voluptuous breasts in that tank top kept his eyes there, and the image of her beautiful, naked body popped into his head, making him hard with need forher.

“Baby, come here,” he called after her. He was sitting at the breakfasttable.

She turned around to face him and smiled. “You have toeat.”

“You’re torturing me with your body, baby.” He smiled, shamelessly running his eyes over her. “Jesus, look at you.” He ran his hand over his beard and watched his woman, displayed before him like a mouthwatering exoticdish.

“Wade, I’m making you pancakes. You love pancakes.” Shegiggled.

He got up and walked over to her, taking her hands into his. “Forget loving pancakes, I loveyou.”

“I love you, too.” She smiled up athim.

“Good, so you’ll understand when I take this away from you.” He released her hands and put the flour back in the cupboard, despite her protests. He had other things inmind.

“Wade, you need to eat,” shecomplained.

“I’m fine. In four hours we’ll have lunch. I’ll cook, and I don’t want to see you in this kitchen for at least amonth.”

She pretended to pout. “What are we going to do for fourhours?”

“I can’t believe you could askmethat.”