CHAPTER 30
ON MY DAY to visit Ethan, I woke with the same anticipation kids have on Christmas morning as they hurry downstairs to see what Santa’s brought. Or at least that was what I imagined. The most my mother gave me on that special day was a black eye and a cigarette burn. I still had the scar.
My excitement was purely because of the case, you understand. The prospect of getting justice, of seeing the real killer locked up in Ethan’s place. Then I pictured his blue-green eyes locked on mine and my traitorous p***y throbbed. f**k. I slammed the shower door shut behind me and turned the water on cold. Ethan’s off limits, Dan. Just thinking of him that way was a sure recipe for disaster.
Be a good girl for once in your life.
I felt upbeat as I landed the helicopter at Redding’s Gap,
