Fidelity (Infidelity #5)(45)
“Yes.” The vein in his forehead throbbed.
“That was Friday night, the same night Pat and Cy showed up at the manor. Do you think it would have only been threats if we were married?”
Nox covered my hand. “No, and even thinking about this makes me want to kill the motherfucker.”
“Stop saying that. Besides, I’m not sure if it would be better to speak to the detective or the attorneys.”
“The police can’t make you talk to them. A subpoena would come from the attorney of the court.”
I nodded, again dipping my spoon in the soup. “It could come from either side. But I doubt it’s been long enough. Today’s Sunday. A prosecutor probably hasn’t been assigned. Not officially,” I added.
“On a case like this, I’m sure the state is mounting its offense,” Nox said. “Nevertheless, the attorneys told us that Spencer is stuck in jail until after his first appearance. Assuming they still believe they have enough to convict, then he’ll officially be charged. They’re waiting on the report from the medical examiner.”
My hungry stomach twisted. “I can’t help wondering where they found her. How long was she dead?”
“We don’t know anything. My guess is that they don’t either or it’d be all over the news outlets.” He reached for my hand. “Deloris is concerned that no matter what they find or come back with, he’ll be released on bail. It could be high, but his mother or your stepfather will more than likely pay it.”
I exhaled as my shoulders sagged. “I don’t want to see him.”
“I don’t want you to. If we go to Savannah tonight, you and Chelsea could speak to the police and even his attorneys if you want to. Then we can be back here before he’s out on bail.”
I lowered the sandwich to the plate. “Chelsea’s face.”
Nox nodded. “It will help the prosecutor’s case. If the attorneys see it, they might realize the uphill battle they have in front of them.”
“Wait a minute,” I said. “You said we… if we go to Savannah?”
“Oh hell yes. You’re not going on your own. We’re taking the Batplane and flying as low under the radar as possible.”
“Thank you.” The delicious soup and sandwich churned as I contemplated Savannah. “We won’t be under the radar if we show up at either Hamilton and Porter or the police station.”
“No, but we don’t have to announce our presence until we arrive.”
My gaze went behind Nox to the windows, bright with sun through the now-opened shutters. I took in the clear blue sky. I couldn’t see anything else from my angle, but the blueness reminded me that today was another day. Yesterday was finally over. “Thank you.”
Nox leaned over and kissed my forehead. “For what?”
“For everything.”
“Don’t you get it?” he asked.
“Get what?”
“Alexandria Collins, I want to be your everything. There’s nothing you can tell me or confess to change my mind.”
My cheeks warmed. “You are my everything. That doesn’t mean that I’m not still mad at you and Deloris for involving Chelsea.”
“It wasn’t supposed—”
I touched his lips. “I know. Chelsea and I have talked about it.”
“Deloris will help her get out of Infidelity. Once she does, we can find something for her at Demetri.”
“I’m not sure if she’ll—”
This time Nox touched my lips with his. “How about we let her decide? There are a few other things we need to talk about, things I’ve recently learned.”
I took the last carrot stick from my plate and eyed the empty bowl, wishing for more of whatever kind of soup I just ate. It reminded me of vegetable soup, but spicier with some noodles. “I would love more soup, but first, I want to see my mother.”
Nox reached for the tray. “Maybe it would be better if she explained some of the things.”
Wrapped in a towel after a shower, I entered the closet. It was the same place I’d found Nox’s belt so many months ago. Built-in dressers and racks lined what could be a room. One section was filled with my clothes. They weren’t mine from New York or Savannah, but they were all in my size. “When did these get here?” I asked.
“Earlier today. Deloris had them delivered. I brought them in here while you were sleeping.”
I shook my head as I searched the nearby drawers. “Did she send me any underwear?”
Propped against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his wide chest, Nox’s blue eyes sparkled as he watched me search. “What if I told you that I told Deloris you didn’t need any?”
I spun toward him. “What?”
His laugh rumbled through the small room as he took two steps and reached for my towel. I swatted his hand. “Stop. I want to see my mom.”
“I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”
“That may make your work and my school difficult.”
He reached for the platinum diamond-dusted cage. “This never comes off.”
I nodded. “Underwear?”
He pointed to one of the drawers. After I finished dressing in jeans and a soft white sweater, I braided my hair, pulling it all over one shoulder. For a moment I stared at the woman in the mirror. For the first time in nearly two weeks, my eyes weren’t filled with worry.