Damian.
Evidence was suggesting that I would, indeed, never get rid of him.
"I don't... I can't..." I sucked in a deep breath, looked back at Agent Calhoun and said, "I don't believe this."
"If what you say is true, this will bear out in our searches however I will have to ask you to remain here until those are complete. This could take some time, Ms. O'Hara," he stated while standing. "Can I get you some coffee while you wait?"
I had tipped my head back to look up at him, too shocked by what I'd learned to respond.
"Tess," he prompted quietly. "Coffee?"
I kept staring at him then I shook my head sharply once and looked at the table, murmuring, "Yes, thank you."
"Someone will be in shortly with your coffee," he told the top of my head.
"Thanks," I told the table.
I didn't see him but I also didn't feel his presence leave for several long moments. Then I heard his feet hitting the floor as he walked to the door then the door closed then I was alone in the room with nothing but the table, the chairs, the mirror and whoever was behind it.
I didn't move and continued to stare at the table.
And luckily, when the one tear I couldn't control fell, it coursed down the cheek that was on the opposite side to the mirror.
Chapter Two.
Exit. Stairs.
I stared at the table for a long time and I kept staring at it after they brought my coffee, asked me to write my signature on a blank piece of paper, I did that, drank my coffee and then kept staring long after that.
But in my head, even with all that was happening, all I could see was my pale face in the mirror.
God, was that really me?
The door to the room opened, my head came up and Agent Calhoun was standing there.
"You're free to go, Ms. O'Hara," he said quietly. "I'm afraid we'll be working with your computers for a little while longer and we'll need to ask you not to leave town in case we have follow up questions but you can go home now."
I stared at him a moment before I stood. Grabbing my purse they'd let me bring with me, I walked his way but he didn't move out of the door so I stopped two feet away.
"We'll contact you when we're done with the computers and arrange a time to return them. It shouldn't be more than a day or two." He was still talking quietly and I nodded.
"You want me to call you a taxi or do you have a friend who'll come pick you up?"
No way I was phoning any of my friends. Not about this. Not when it had to do with Damian. Not when questions could be asked and answers would be expected and lies might need to be told.
No way.
"I'll call a taxi," I told him. "Thank you Agent Calhoun."
He didn't move therefore I didn't either.
Then he offered, "I know it's been a long night, Tess, but, you give me twenty minutes, I can get away, take you home."
I studied him and really saw him for the first time. A little salt in his pepper hair, not much. Tall. Broad shoulders. A bit of a belly. Nice wrinkles by his eyes saying he either needed to wear protective eyewear in the sun more often or he laughed a lot. Older than me by maybe five years, maybe more and he was good at hiding it, maybe less and he didn't take great care of himself. No wedding band.
This was the kind of man for me. This was the kind of man who might take on that pale faced woman in the mirror and handle her with care.
Not Jake Knox.
Never Jake Knox.
Agent Calhoun was a decent looking man, probably a good man, maybe a safe man and, above all, I needed a man who made me feel safe.
But, not being a bitch or anything, he was no dream man.
I'd fucked up once, gravitating toward a man who blinded me with his charisma if not his looks.
But, if that night taught me nothing it taught me I needed to learn to play it safe in order to get safe.
Something tight and uncomfortable was sitting coiled in my belly but it was squirming like it was about to unfurl and I'd had enough experience with that poisonous snake that I knew I didn't want it to do that. I knew it.
But it was going to happen. I knew that too.
"I'll be okay," I said softly.
His head tipped to the side and something shifted through his eyes, disappointment, maybe, concern, possibly.
"Sure?" he asked and I nodded.
He opened the door further but stepped out of my way.
I stepped into the hall and dug into my purse for the phone. Lucky for all citizens of Denver, the taxi companies had easy to remember numbers they plastered on the sides of their cars.
I'd never called a taxi.
Until now.
I punched in one of the numbers as I walked down the hall then I put the phone to my ear, listening to it, eyes on the elevators in front of me as I walked out of the mouth of the hall into a bustling open room filled with people, phones ringing, fingers tapping keyboards and low conversations.
My eyes moved through the room unseeing and then they blinked as I heard the taxi company answer in my ear and I stopped short.
My eyes were pointed through the window of an office taking in the back of a man I knew.
I knew the back of that man.
Hell, I knew that old t-shirt and I'd committed that fine ass in those faded jeans to memory. I'd been pressed to that back on a bike. My hands had moved across the skin of that back and that ass just that night after I'd removed that shirt and after he'd removed those jeans. My fingers had moved through that dark, messy hair that night too and other times, countless times the last four months.
He turned toward the door and I didn't see his face.
No.
I saw the shiny badge on his belt.
"You sleep naked?"
"No."
"Don't start tonight."
Oh.
My.
God.
He left the office he was in and my eyes went from his badge to his face and since that thing in my belly was unfurling, growing, swelling, filling my stomach, slithering up my throat, I didn't notice the look on his face or feel his mood hit the room like a slap.
I just knew a man like Jake Knox would have not one thing to do with the pale faced woman that was me.
Unless it was his job.
His eyes caught mine and he stopped dead.
I'd been stopped dead and the minute his eyes hit mine I moved.
Rushing quickly towards the elevators I hit the button at the same time my eyes scanned.
I found what I was looking for.
Exit.
Stairs.
I dashed to the door, opened it, darted through it and then down.
I heard my heels echo on the stairs then I heard his boots.
One flight and around, I went faster. Two stories. Three flights to go.
"Tess," I heard his voice call and I went faster.
Another flight and around.
"God damn it, Tess," he clipped and I kept going.
Another flight and around.
His boots were getting closer.
Another flight, the last one, I raced down them and had a hand to the door, opening it when my wrist was seized in an iron grip, yanked away, my body with it. I was pulled from the door and pushed against the wall, Jake's tall, lean frame fencing me in.
I looked to the side.
"Let me go," I whispered.
"You promised we'd talk," he growled.
I shook my head and kept my eyes averted. "Let me go," I demanded.
His voice dipped gentle and his other hand curled around the side of my neck. "Tess, baby, you pro "
My eyes shot to his and whatever he read in them made him stop talking and flinch.
"Let... me.... go, " I hissed.
He let me go and stepped back.
I walked instantly to the door and pulled it open.
Standing in it, I turned to him to see his eyes on me; his face unreadable except his strong jaw was set in granite.
"Is your name even Jake?" I asked quietly.
His silvery-gray eyes, not melted, not quicksilver, not affectionate but glittering and hard held mine.
I held my breath until he finally shook his head.
Then, without another word or a glance back, I walked through the door.
Chapter Three.