CHERISH (83 page)
“What? That can’t be; she’s dead. I thought she was dead . . .”
“I’m sorry, ma’am. She showed up at CPS this morning, demanding to stop the adoption. Apparently, the court tried to contact her one last time before the final adoption to Mr. Spicer went through. She didn’t get the notice in time. She doesn’t seem to have a permanent address. But, when she found out who was adopting her son, she showed up trying to stop it.”
Nothing is making sense. Promise is shivering, and I want to hurt a lot of people.
“Why?”
“She alleges Mr. Spicer raped her. There was no consensual relationship. She made some other allegations. We are looking into them.”
The detective clears his throat.
Promise is staring straight ahead.
“Beck? You told me I could trust him. You told me to sign.” Her eyes well and run over, and I hear the crack in her voice. She looks at the detective. “Where’s my brother?”
The detective takes a deep breath. “On a plane.”
“To Florida? Right?” Promise’s voice holds onto the shred of hope that this is all some sort of crazy misunderstanding because it has to be.
“No, ma’am. Their plane took off an hour ago.” His eyes meet mine. “To Cairo.”
She pushes away from me, her ice-blue eyes coming up slowly to mine.
“Beck . . .”
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Dani Wyatt used to feel bad about having such dirty thoughts. Luckily, one day she decided to starting writing them down. Her uber alpha heros have a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Her heroines are intelligent, quirky and worry about having too much muffin top. With her books, you can count on a heaping helping of HOT, a dash of rough and always a happily ever after.
When she's not writing (which is not often) she is probably laughing about some irony (like A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), riding her horse, wondering why The Walking Dead can't have a new episode every night, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.