Page 112 of Trust Me
He sighs with relief. “Let’s hope he figures something out and soon.”
I drag out my phone, nervously dialing Sarah. “Jen, how are you? How did it go?”
I can’t help but smile. “It went well. We think we know who framed him,” I chime.
“Fuck me! Who?” she almost yells in excitement.
I steady my shoulders feeling much more confident. “We think it’s his co-worker, Matthew, and his PA-girlfriend, Rachelle.”
“That’s great news. So, what does that mean for Aiden’s trial?”
I slump. “It’s still on, and at the moment, we have nothing to prove they did it. So, if the lawyer finds nothing, then I suppose they get away with it.”
“Crap! I hope he finds something soon, then.”
I pause. “Sarah?” I ask quietly.
“Yeah?”
“Can you come over and stay the night with me?”
“Finally! I get to see your apartment.” She laughs in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Of course, I’ll come right over.”
I gnaw on my bottom lip. “Chris won’t mind?”
“He’s working till midnight, anyway, and I know he won’t care.”
I sigh with relief. I don’t want to be here on my own, but I don’t want to leave our apartment either.
“I’ll see you soon. Thanks, Sarah,” I say sincerely.
Half an hour later, my phone rings. “Hey, it’s me. I’m in the parking garage. What floor are you on?”
“I’ll come down and let you in. You need a card to gain access to our apartment. I’m getting in the elevator now. See you in a sec.” I end the call as the elevator makes its way to the parking garage. The doors open, and Sarah’s standing there with Mr. Snuggles, my trusty comfort teddy bear. I smile wide as she enters the elevator.
“I thought you might like Mr. Snuggles seeing as you left him on your bed.”
“Thanks, Sez.” We ride the elevator to the apartment, the doors open, and I look at her face purposefully to see her reaction. Her face fills with awe as we step out of the elevator.
“Through here is the bedroom.” I lead her into the room and put Mr. Snuggles on the bed, then I show her the rest of the apartment and finish by sitting on the sofa.
“This place is fricking incredible, Jeni.” She sits on the sofa with me.
“I know.” I manage a small laugh. “You hungry?”
“A little, yeah,” she replies, and with that, I pull out Mike’s card from my pocket and dial the number. Sarah looks at me with her brows furrowed.
“Mike, it’s Jeni.”
“Miss Taylor, is everything okay? Have you heard anything?”
“Yes, everything’s fine and, no, I haven’t heard anything yet. My friend Sarah’s here. I was wondering if you’d mind getting us some takeout? The usual, please,” I ask him nicely.
“Of course, Miss Taylor. I’ll go now.”
“Thanks, Mike. I owe you one.”
“No need, Miss Taylor. It’s my pleasure.” He ends the call, and for the first time in days, I feel relaxed and relieved not to be on my own.