Page 162 of Risky Obsession
Shoving aside my crushing disgust, I lifted the handset, and with adrenaline seeping from my veins, I dialed Rosebud Police Station first, a number I had fortunately memorized. It was about seven o’clock in the morning back home; Captain Watts should be there.
Sally, the admin manager, answered my call, and after she grilled mewith more questions than I wanted to waste time on, she put me through to Captain Watts.
As I waited for him to answer, the yacht swayed, creating a lulling contrast to the chaos clashing my thoughts together.
“Watts,” he barked into the phone.
“Hi Captain, it’s Lacey Brooks.”
“Brooks. Where the hell are you? Aria lost track of you days ago and she’s been doing my head in.”
“I’m still in Germany.” Attempting to be as brief as possible, I summarized everything from my belief that my phone was tapped, to being wanted for murders we didn’t commit. I was up to the part where I knocked out the bastard who tried to kill us, when Kane walked into the room and sat opposite me.
“What a fucking mess, Brooks.” Watts yelled so loud, I held the phone away from my ear.
“You okay?” Kane mouthed.
Shrugging, I covered the phone. “Captain Watts isn’t happy.”
“Christ almighty!” Captain Watts yelled. “Aria’s going to have her work cut out for her saving your ass with this fucking mess, Brooks.”
“I know, sir. Can you give me her number, please? I had to ditch my phone, so I don’t have her contact.”
Kane reached over the desk with his palm up, and as I met his grip, the tattoo on my right wrist snagged my attention.
It was going to take some serious convincing to overcome this messandkeep my job.
“You’ll be okay.” Kane squeezed my hand.
“Sir, there’s something else,” I said into the phone, then I told Watts about the killer talking to Grant Hughes.
“What the fuck? Where is this guy?” Watts said.
“We have him tied up. Sir, can you tell me Aria’s contact?” I asked again.
He grumbled, then gave me Aria’s number.
“Thank you, Captain. I’ll ask Aria to tell you what her plans are to get Kane and me home.”
Kane’s blue eyes drilled into mine as Watts repeated again that I’d gotten myself into one hell of a mess before he ended the call.
Sighing, I put the handset down. “I’m not sure I’ll have a job after this.”
“Hell yes, you will. I’ll make sure of it.”
My heart swelled at the intensity in his eyes. “Thanks, but it doesn’t work like that. I already dodged a bullet to become a cop. I think I’ve used up my lives.”
“Like hell. You’re a great cop. I’ll tell him myself what you did to save me.”
I allowed myself to believe him, hoping that I might come out of this unscathed. But it wasn’t my career that worried me the most. Wondering if Kane truly forgave me shrouded my heart in darkness.
Archer appeared in the doorway. “Hurry up, you two. You don’t want to keep Rosalina waiting, and I have a bottle of champagne with your names on it. We need to celebrate finding that gold, so get a move on.”
Kane tapped on the table. “Okay, Lacey, you give Aria a call. I’ll have a shower. And I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. Trust me, Rosalina’s cooking is to die for.”
“I think we’ve had enough near-death experiences,” I joked. “Is that guy okay?”
“He’ll live, unfortunately.”