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“Then we’ll deal with it.”
“What was he thinking?”
“No clue but hopefully this will help him get his head straight.”
It better, anyway. As selfish as it may be, I don’t want him getting in the way of Naomi and me being together. Something tells me, though, this is just the calm before the storm.
ChapterFifteen
Naomi
I can still feel his ‘see you later’ kiss on my lips when I arrive home. The last thing I want to do is search through the guest room that Wyatt was sleeping in to see if I can find drugs, but I know I have to.
I wonder if I need to call the police again and let them do the searching? But then will I be brought up on charges, too? I have zero experience with this and have no idea what course of action I’m supposed to take here.
Gingerly opening the door to the guest room, as if something is going to jump out at me and attack me, I take a step inside and steel myself for what I could potentially find.
Starting with the closet, I look all around but it’s empty aside from a few boxes of books I stored in there after he moved out.
Turning around the room for other hiding spots, I look under the bed and move aside the plastic storage bin on rollers that I keep my wrapping paper in. Using my phone’s flashlight, I shimmy on my back and look under the bed frame but thankfully see nothing.
Inspecting the dresser is next. Every drawer is empty.
But when I look behind the dresser, my heart stops.
There’s something taped to the back and my stomach sinks, knowing what it must be.
I reach out a hand to remove it then think better of it. I can’t touch it. I don’twantto touch it. But I obviously need to do something.
“Miss me already?” Brock answers when he picks up my call.
I smile despite what’s going on. “Brock…”
“What’s wrong?” he asks immediately, an edge to his voice.
“I found something. In the spare room where Wyatt was staying.”
“Shit. Bad?”
“That’s putting it mildly. I don’t know what to do. Do I call the police and have them come get it? Or will that make me guilty of something? Do I flush it down the toilet?”
“If you call the cops, he might have more charges, or… I don’t know. I doubt they’d think they were yours if you call them and tell them to come get them considering what happened this afternoon.”
I look at the clear plastic bag taped to the back of my dresser and growl.
“I can’t believe this shit, Brock. I almosthopehe gets more charges but my gut tells me they won’t be able to prove they’re his or something and I honestly just want to forget this day ever happened.”
“Hey now, some parts weren’t so bad.”
“Hmm. I suppose they weren’t.”
“Suppose? Maybe you need a refresher.”
I hear my doorbell ring and smile, knowing it’s him. Rushing through the house, I unlock and throw open the door and he strides inside, pulling me into his arms.
Maybe he wasn’t so far off when he told me I was his to protect because nothing feels better than being held by him.
“Better?”