There Is No Light in Darkness (18 page)

“Uncle Michael,” I scream.

“Hey, Baby Girl,” he says, smiling. “Are you having fun playing with Nathan?”

I stop running. “Yes, but he’s very fast. I have to make my legs go really fast to catch him.”

He chuckles. “Wanna know a secret? One day he’s going to be chasing you, and you’re going to be the one that he can’t catch.”

I look at him confused. I like when Nathan catches me. “What are you drawing?” I ask, trying to peek at his paper.

“I’m not drawing. I’m doing homework.”

“Oh, Mommy says they’re going to give me homework when I start school this year.”

“Your mommy is right. She’s really smart, too. She used to help us do our homework when we were little.”

I smile. Mommy is smart. I continue running to the barn, and I see Nathan standing under the shade.

“Slow poke!” he screams.

“Am not!” I shout back. “I was talking to Uncle Michael.”

“Uh huh, sure,” he teases.

I stand next to Nathan, but as I tag him, I hear Daddy’s voice. “Blakey, let’s go,” he calls out loudly.

“I have to go,” I say sadly to Nathan.

“It’s okay. I have to go soon, too. Are you coming back next weekend?”

“Nope,” I say, smiling. “Daddy and Mommy are taking me to Disney World for my birthday.”

“Cool. Bye then.”

I walk back to the big house and see Daddy talking to Grandpa and Uncle Michael. On our way home, I remember that I left my Rainbow Brite doll outside the house. I fall asleep before I remember to tell Daddy.

I wake up in a pool of sweat, breathing heavily. My heart is pumping so rapidly that I’m scared my blood flow will start streaming out of my ears. I lean over to my dresser and clumsily search for my phone, panting as I hit the dial button.

“Hello?” he says, his voice raspy.

“Sorry to wake you up.”

“No, baby, I asked you to. Bad dream?”

“Yes ... no, I don’t know,” I spurt out.

He exhales. “3:32,” he mutters, and I look at the time.

“I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called.”

“Stop apologizing. I’m glad you did. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really. I just wanted to hear your voice,” I say weakly.

“Okay, baby. Just go to sleep with me on the phone. I love you.”

“Thank you.” I love you. I love you more than you’ll ever know, Cole Murphy.

The next morning, I call Veronica and tell her that I urgently need to speak to her. She squeezes me in between two clients at 2:00. Classes start again next week, and this is my last week interning at Ross and Chevy Law. I’m going to take my lunch at 2:00 so that I won’t have to ask for half the day off—again.

My day at the office flies by, and when I look at the time, it’s 1:30. I call Cole on my way to Lewis’. Cole’s on a show called Around the Horn today, but it airs at 5:00, so he should still be home.

“Hey, baby,” he greets.

“Hey,” I say, shuffling between a pack of angry lawyers in the lobby.

“What are you up to?” he asks with a smile in his voice.

“Just took lunch. I’m on my way to meet Veronica so I can discuss whatever she called me about and tell her about the break-in.”

“Did you eat?”

“Nah, I’ll eat a granola bar and drink a protein shake on my way back, though.”

“Blake,” he reprimands. “You need to eat.”

“I know, I know. I just don’t have time to stop today. What are you doing?”

“Waiting for a realtor,” he replies nonchalantly.

That stops me in the middle of the crowded sidewalk. The afternoon rush bumps me from all sides.

“To put your house back on the market? I thought it was a bad time to sell.”

“It is. I’m hoping someone will rent it for a while at least. If not, I’m willing to accept offers. We’ll see.”

I continue walking, speeding past some of the bumpers from a few seconds ago.

“Cole, shouldn’t you just wait it out? Take your time. There’s no rush for you to move. Have you heard back from the team?” He’d applied for a job with the football team here to be closer to me. I was thrilled, but uneasy about it since his job paid so well in New York.

“I’m not taking my time, there is a rush, and I did hear back from them,” he says, and I can hear his grin again, which makes me smile.

I bite my lip. “And?”

“And … they have a job for me, dummy.”

“That’s great,” I squeal. “Is it a good one? Did they make you a good offer? Are you still going to get paid the same amount? Oh my God, are you taking a pay cut? Maybe this isn’t the right move for you.”

“Blake,” he shouts laughing. “Calm down. The offer is great. It doesn’t matter, though; I was moving with or without a job. Trust me. I have enough money to survive without one. I just love what I do, and I’m glad I’ll still be able to do it. I need to be near you—that’s all that matters to me.”

I let out a sigh of relief and agree to call him after my meeting. I’m still smiling at the idea of Cole moving to Chicago when I walk through the lobby. I take the elevator up and greet Barbie’s kid sister. She asks me to sit as she calls Veronica. When the door opens, I look up expecting her, but see Mark instead. He signals me to follow him and I look at Skipper, who’s smiling at Mark while fixing her bleach-blonde hair. I close my eyes, take a breath, and follow Mark as he ushers me into his office and closes the door behind us.

“Veronica told me you were taking your lunch hour to meet her,” he says, fixing his blue gaze on me.

“Yes,” I reply blinking rapidly.

“Did you eat?” he asks.

What’s up with this question? I look down at myself and awkwardly shake my head. You would think I look like a rail. “I’ll eat when I leave. I only have an hour.”

He walks to the bar and signals me to follow. He pulls out a chair for me, and I sit. There are three Chinese take-out containers and two plastic plates.

“I hope you like Chinese food,” he smirks.

“Sure,” I say slowly. “I don’t think there are many foods I don’t like.”

This is going very differently than last time. I serve my food. He serves his and takes a seat on the opposite side.

“Tell me, Blake. When did they start contacting you about the land?” he asks as he hands me my silverware.

I look at him in surprise. “How do you know about that?”

“They sent us a letter. The law firm is on the deed to your properties.”

“Oh ... I got the first letter a couple of months ago. Then I got a phone call.”

He closes his eyes and rubs the back of his neck. “What did they say when they called? What number did they call?”

“They called my house line. They repeated what they said in the letter.”

“What did the man sound like? Did you save the message? Do you own the apartment you’re living in?”

“I deleted it,” I shrug. “I didn’t think it was important. And I don’t own it, we rent ... why?”

He exhales a deep breath. “Blake, save everything. Never delete anything before bringing it here, okay?”

“Ooookay ... Do you know who wants the land?”

“I have an idea, but I can’t be sure,” he answers, looking down at his plate.

“They broke into my house last night,” I say as I watch his face.

His puts his silverware down as his eyes snap back to mine. I explain to him what happened in detail.

“Shit. You need to move. Hire security to be with you at all times. Tell your roommate to move out and get security for himself.”

He gets up and starts to pace the room, running his hand through his combed blond hair. I gape at him as I stand up and put my hands on my hips.

“What?” I sputter as I shake my head. “I can’t just tell my roommate to move. I can’t just get security to follow me around all day. I have a life.”

“Blake …” he pauses, his eyes softening. “That’s why I’m telling you to do this. If you want to have a life—and you want your friends to live theirs freely—trust me on this.”

I take a deep breath. “I had a dream last night,” I start as I look into his eyes. “I was on a farm with my dad and grandfather. There was a boy ... The boy that was with me that night ... and you were there, too.”

He closes his eyes and sighs as he clasps his hands behind his neck.

“I was playing tag with the boy,” I continue, my eyes watering at the memory. “I went up to you and said something. I think I called you my uncle.”

He opens his blue eyes, and I can see the sorrow swimming in them before he blinks it away and takes a deep breath.

“You have a vivid imagination, Blake. It sounds like a nice dream.”

I purse my lips and narrow my eyes. “I liked being around you. I remember that.”

He gives me a sad smile but gives away nothing else. For the next twenty minutes, we discuss how I can sell the land to those people without any trouble. He tells me he’ll have Veronica write up a sale contract. I would get market value for it, which is low, but I don’t care. I just want to rid myself of this.

“Mark, can you tell me if my father is dead?” I ask quietly before opening the door.

“Blake,” he sighs. “Your father died a long time ago. Are you happy now?”

I tilt my head. “Yes … and no.”

He gives me a baffled look.

“Yes, because you just admitted that you know. No, because I would have liked it better if he were alive.”

A slow smile appears on his face. “You’re going to make a great attorney, Blake.”

I smile back. “Thanks for the food, Mark.”

“Remember, security,” he calls out.

Shit. How am I supposed to explain to Cole that my attorney thinks I need security to follow everyone I care about? I told him I’d call him when I left the meeting, but I decide to send him a text instead. I need time to think about this.

Me: I’ll call you later. Back at work.

Cole: Okay, baby. I love you.

When I sit back in my cubicle, I check my email and see Veronica’s name. The title of the email is Security. I open it and see a list of names. When your attorney—one that knows more about your life than you do—sends you a list of people to hire as your bodyguards, you know things are serious. I replay last night’s dream in my head. I can’t shake off the feeling that there’s something in that dream.

I end up working on a case until 7:00, and I’m thankful that I ate at Mark’s office. I say goodbye to Gina and the receptionist before heading out. The floor isn’t completely empty; I see lights still on in various offices. In the elevator, I rummage through my purse for my keys and phone. I find them both as I reach the floor of the underground parking garage. Unlike the offices, the lot is drastically empty.

I walk over to my car, dropping my keys twice as I try to unlock my phone with my other hand. I hear shuffling behind me, but I reach for the handle before I look back, and lock the doors as soon as I get in.

As I drive away, I notice a figure of a man in the corner of the garage, and it startles me so much that I slam on the brakes, making my car jerk forward. I let go of the brake slowly and continue driving up the curve toward the exit, leaving the dark figure behind. I’m watching my rearview mirror—just in case the figure moves into the light. Please walk into the light. My heart is pounding rapidly with adrenaline as I bite down on the tip of my thumb. I don’t care how late it is—when I get home, I’m hiring security.

I call Cole on my way home and tell him about my meeting with Mark and about what happened in the parking garage.

“Jesus, Blake, you’re freaking me out over here,” he says.

“I’m sorry. I had to tell you, though. I’m getting you security, too. You need it more than we do since you’re in the public eye.”

“Baby, I need it least because of that. Besides, don’t you think it’s a little awkward for someone my weight and height have someone shadow me?” he asks.

A bubbled laughter escapes me. “I hadn’t thought of that. I guess it is weird, but they’ll be trained and have a weapon, so I’m getting you one regardless.”

He chuckles. “I’ll get my own if it makes you feel better.”

“It does, but we have a list of people, so I’d feel safer if we choose from these.”

“Why are you trusting that Mark guy so much anyway?” he asks curiously.

This is a foreign concept—me trusting anybody outside of my circle.

I shrug, even though he can’t see me. “A gut feeling, I guess.”