Chapter 64
Brynne
“Well, how about if I sue your office and the entire police department? What if I go to the media and expose your incompetence?” It’s incredibly uncommon for Colin to be angry. It’s even more unusual for him to raise his voice.
After ensuring the towel is wrapped tightly around me, I head out of the bedroom. His back is to me. He has the phone to his ear, but from the rigid way he’s standing, I know whatever they say on the other end isn’t improving the situation.
“Oh, really? So, you let this guy out after he broke into my fiancée’s condo only for him to burn down her house.” After a few seconds, he yells, “Well, it wouldn’t have happened if he was locked up like he deserves. Or maybe if you had bothered to tell her he was out, we could have taken precautions.”
I walk behind him and put a hand on his lower back. “I don’t give a damn how apologetic you are. You’ll be hearing from my lawyer.” He ends the call and tosses the phone across the room. Luckily, it lands on the couch.
“I was about to join you in the shower, but the DA’s office called me back.” He pulls me into his arms and rests his hands on my ass.
“You know, I can deal with—”
He put a finger to my lips. “Shh. You agreed to let me handle it while you design the house we will raise our kids in.”
It’s been a week since everything happened. A judge denied Oliver bail; that was the only time I saw him. While in the courtroom, he would not make eye contact with me, but his mother did and mouthed sorry. I had Colin, Raven, and Amira with me.
To my shock, Colin the First, Milton, and Heath showed up, too. When Colin noticed Oliver’s mother looking in my direction, he switched positions with me and stood before me, shielding me from her pleading eyes.
Oliver’s mother is a lot of things. She’s selfish. She’s a terrible parent. She’s neglectful, but she’s not stupid. She has to know there is nothing I can do to help him. Not that I would after everything her son has done to me. When he was taken away in an orange jumpsuit, handcuffs, and chains, part of me felt sorry for him. He had potential, but his fate is out of my hands. He did this to himself.
“Thank you,” I whisper. I feel a blush spread over me. “Confession time. I love when you take care of me.”
“Don’t worry about anything, okay?”
I nod. “I’m not worried. I’ve decided not to rebuild, and I’m at peace with it. And I already have some ideas for our home.”
Thankfully, no one was hurt by the fire, and everyone was able to find temporary housing. It’s just a matter of dealing with the insurance and waiting for them to evaluate the property and write me a check. Colin promised that if the insurance payment doesn’t cover the mortgage, he’ll pay the difference.
He hugs me, pulls back, and kisses me tenderly. When he breaks the kiss, I let the towel drop and jump into his arms.
“I think life is pretty much perfect now,” I say against his lips.
“It’s about to get way better,” he says as he carries me to the bedroom.