CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Oh, sorry.” He turned and left quickly.
“Shit.” My head fell forward to Corrigan’s chest.
His hands touched my hips, holding me for a moment. His fingers curved into my sides, then he murmured into my ear, “I’ll tell him what I asked you. He’ll understand.”
I felt his lips graze my forehead, the slightest touch.
Before he pulled away and left, he said, “Don’t worry.”
That was easier said than done, but after he went to find Bryce, I waited in the stairway for a minute. I needed to collect myself. I loved them both and I had to laugh at myself. The ordeal of being arrested and framed had pushed that to the side, but no longer. The love triangle had just slammed back into place, front and center.
Killer. I was here to find the f*****g killer. That was my main mission.
