Chapter 150

Shelby

I watch in the rearview for as long as I can. Sullivan doesn't move, he keeps his gaze fixed on me until I round the corner, leading out to the main road.

Sullivan Baker.

I'm not sure there's ever been anyone else who's interested me as much as him. At the same time, I'm beyond positive no one has frustrated me like he has.

He thinks I don't recall the night of the Christmas party - coming so hard against his hand and on his fingers I passed out - but I do. I remember everything. I've let him believe I was too drunk to know what happened.

I wasn't.

All because I'm completely unsure of how he'll react when I tell him I know.

Late at night, I still feel him. Sometimes I use the memories to relive those moments in my head and against my hand.

The drive to my office, downtown across from Laurel Springs Police Department, takes me all of ten minutes. I snatched up this property located between the courthouse and The Café at an amazing price.

Pulling into my design