Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 173733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 869(@200wpm)___ 695(@250wpm)___ 579(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 173733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 869(@200wpm)___ 695(@250wpm)___ 579(@300wpm)
When a person is charged without evidence to satisfy an elected official’s need to appear active in an investigation, to, of course, support reelection, is that a lie? Are they lying to the public they want to elect them? Lying to the judge? Lying to the jurors? Like many of you, I followed a case recently here in our very city where the district attorney charged a man with serial murders. Even after the jury acquitted, he did not reopen the case. The real killer then killed again.
As I sat in the Dana Warren trial today, I thought of that case. Someone killed her father. In my legal opinion, Dana was charged prematurely without evidence. The opening statements today read to me as fluff and drama, meant to downplay the lack of evidence. In opening statements, the prosecutor seemed to prosecute Dana Warren based on her inheriting money, not for killing her father, which would make sense since thus far, I’ve seen no evidence that supported charging her, let alone convicting her. Am I biased because of my husband? No. He won’t take a case if he believes the person to be guilty. Nothing he has seen, nor I have seen, supports guilt. So unless I’m presented with evidence that says otherwise, I am not convinced she killed her father. If the prosecutor charged Dana, not on evidence, but a need to charge someone, where is the real killer? And if they killed once, can they kill again? When do we hold law enforcement criminally liable? When does political position become lies? When does it become criminal?
I don’t like lies. To those of you who lie with no concern about who you hurt, I am not your friend. I will write about it. I will expose the lies. I will tell the truth. That’s who I am and I hope that you, my readers, embrace my words as truth. And so, I’ll be in court tomorrow, and look for the truth to share with you, my readers. Until next time —Cat
I’m done and in that column is a message for the DA, yes, but also to Debbie. I send it to my editor and shut my computer. Reese appears in the doorway in that moment, looking deliciously male and perfect. He narrows his eyes on me. “What did you do?”
“What does that mean?” I ask, a hint of a smile on my lips. I feel empowered through my writing. I needed that outlet.
“I know you, Cat.” He crosses to join me on the bed, and before I can blink I’m beneath him and he’s leaning over me. “You’re different. You’re not tears and fear. You’re fierce and in control. What did you write?”
“Fuck you to the DA and Debbie, though I didn’t mention Debbie. Just liars that I will go after.”
He drags my shirt over my head and tosses it. “You said fuck you, to the DA and Debbie.”
“Yes,” I say, sliding my hands under his shirt. “I did.”
“What happened to not poking the beast until we finish setting her up?”
“I’m not rewriting my column. I sent it to my editor.”
“I didn’t ask you to, but if you’re fucking everyone else,” he pulls his shirt over his head, “why aren’t you fucking me?”
And suddenly his hard, hot body is my reward for everything I’ve been through today. “Get naked, Reese Summer.”
Chapter sixty-two
Cat
Reese does get naked and so do I but when he comes back down on top of me, with all his hard perfection, we are not edgy and intense as we were right before we met with my brothers. Not yet. Not in this moment. We are softer, our lips coming together in a breath, our bodies pressed close, but we don’t move. This is us, alone, the rest of the world gone. Feeling each other. Loving each other. Needing each other. I can feel this man in every part of me, inside and out, and that is nothing I knew or understood before Reese. That is why he is the man I want to have a family with, share my life with. The man I love so very much.
His fingers stroke my cheek, a tender touch that sends a shiver down my spine. His hand then closes down on the side of my neck, his mouth over mine, his tongue licking past my lips, and I moan with the touch, with the thousands of sensations this man creates in me. My nipples ache, my sex clenches, my fingers dig into his shoulders. He pulls back, breathing with me again, and it is everything to just be here like this with him, savoring every moment. He kisses me again, this time a deeper stroke of tongue, a deeper connection and then his mouth is gone again and he’s kissing a path down my neck, over my shoulder.