Always You(50)

“Thanks,” I mumbled. “That means a lot to hear you say that.”

I rubbed the side of my head and stifled a yawn, only just realizing how tired I was. The last couple of days had been huge, and so stressful I’d only managed a few hours of sleep.

“So what happens now? Is this enough to get Paige’s claim thrown out?” I asked nervously.

“It will certainly be enough to create doubt in her story. And if you’re right and all she wants is to ruin you, then your admittance should be enough for her to drop her accusation.”

“And Dalton? How will this affect his career?”

Layna shook her head. “Unfortunately, that’s not completely up to me. I’ll do my best for this not to go on his record, but I can’t promise you anything. You should stay away from him for a few days, though, Wrenn. It will be best for both him and you. Until this is cleared up. Until after your graduation.”

I nodded and hugged her again, wondering how I was going to go without seeing him, but at the same time relieved I had the time I needed to think. Without the distraction of him.





Chapter Thirty


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Wrenn

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The eve of my graduation. One more day until I was free.

One more day until I could start the rest of my life, and I still hadn’t worked out what to do. I refused to commit to Dalton unless I was sure.

God, that sounded horrible. As bad as this felt for me, it had to be worse for him. He didn’t need me changing my mind in five years, or ten years. If I was with him, it was for all of it.

I tried to put things into perspective—life with Dalton, and life without him. My feelings for him were beyond love. I loved this man more than I did anything else in my world right now. If he did have this disease, was twenty years with him enough? Was it better than not having him at all? I couldn’t imagine loving anybody the way I did him. That had to count for something.

Kass took me shopping for a graduation dress, mostly to take my mind off Dalton and everything else that was going on. Paige had recounted her accusations against Dalton, but the board had insisted on investigating my relationship with him. After countless interviews with various members of the school board, they were meeting today to decide his fate, and I was a nervous wreck.

I hadn’t seen or spoken to him all week. We had sent texts—a lot of texts—but it wasn’t the same as hearing his voice. I longed to hear that deep, husky voice whispering sexy and dirty things into my ear.

“How about this?”

Kass held out a short purple-and-black chiffon dress. I screwed up my nose at the wide straps. I didn’t do straps. They made my shoulders look huge. I searched through the rack in front of me, only half focused on the task at hand.

“There, what about that?” she said.

I stopped at looked at the dress I was holding in my hands. Okay, this one wasn’t half bad. It was strapless, long, and fitted with a built-in corset. I ran the dark blue silk fabric over my fingers, loving the way it felt against my skin. This was perfect.

The winter formal was set to follow the small, informal ceremony for the half dozen students graduating early. It wasn’t usual for students graduating early to have a midyear ceremony, but Layna had insisted on marking the occasion.

“I’ll try it on,” I agreed, carrying it into the dressing room. I stripped out of my jeans and shirt, and my bra. Lifting the dress carefully over my head, I let it shimmy down over my body and over my hips.

Wow. I stared at my refection in the mirror. This dress was stunning. I pushed open the door and called out for Kass.

“Holy shit, I hope you’re getting that dress,” she gasped, covering her mouth. “You look f*cking amazing. You’re making me second guess my dress.”

I looked back at myself, tilting my head. It was perfect, but it was also expensive. When Layna gave me her credit card for a dress, I was pretty sure she didn’t have this budget in mind. Still, I had a lot of savings put away. And I hadn’t brought myself anything in a long time...

Okay. I was sold. All I could think was wait until Dalton sees me in this dress, even if it was a few days after the dance.

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After we finished shopping, Kass dropped me back at home. Getting out of the house had brightened my mood; it had been exactly what I’d needed. I went upstairs to hang up my dress. The door downstairs shut and I raced back down, hoping it was Layna. I was so anxious for news on the hearing. Dalton hadn’t texted or called me, and that made me nervous.

Layna stood in the hallway. I watched as she shrugged off her jacket and hung it on the coat rack, searching her face for any indication of what might have happened. Nothing. She looked up and saw me. A smile. A smile was good, right?

“How did it go?” I asked, my stomach in knots.

“Well,” she smiled again. “He will be discharged from Tennerson’s, but because you are not willing to make a complaint, we concluded that nothing could be proven, so this won’t be on his record.”

Yes! I ran up and wrapped my arms around her.

“Am I correct in that you won’t be making a complaint?” she smirked.

I snorted and glowered at her. Funny. “Does he know?” I asked.

She nodded. “I just called him before I got in.”