Killer Love - Ella Goode Page 0,29

my courtroom have gone missing or ended up dead. I thought it was the world's way of fixing the wrong that the system didn't get right. Nothing is a coincidence. How many times has my own husband told me that? How many times did he have to leave in the middle of the night?

I shake the thoughts from my head. It is his job. Of course he gets called away in the middle of the night. Death happens at all hours of the day. The bigger question is why doesn't it bother me to think that my husband might be up to something other than work?

If I know anything about Lucas it’s that he hates when I’m upset. If something is bothering me that man makes it his mission to fix it. He loves me more than anything. I’ve never doubted that.

Something in our relationship has changed in the past few months. A deeper connection has been growing. Both of us have been showing sides of ourselves to one another that we had kept locked away deep down inside of us.

“You’ve got to let me set you up with someone. You clearly have the worst taste in men.”

“I think I’m going to give up. You’ll have to be the one to give our parents grandbabies. I bet I’ll be a kickass aunt anyways.”

I finish frosting the cake. “You’re going to let me set you up with someone.”

“You had an even worse dating history than me before Lucas came along,” she reminds me. I cringe thinking about it. I don’t blame her. Before Lucas I’d given up on dating, too.

“Yes, but right before I found Lucas I, too, was going to quit the whole dating thing. Now look at me.” I smile. I might not be happy with my job at the moment but the one thing I know I’ll never waver on is my love for Lucas. That man is my everything. He can do no wrong and even if he did, it would be because he had just reason in doing so.

“So maybe that’s the key. I should stop looking.” I grab a plate, cutting her a piece of cake before getting myself one. I needed this tonight. Some girl time with her. Even though I tell Lucas everything, I didn’t want to worry him about how unhappy I’ve been at work.

“I could ask Lucas. He might have someone in mind for you.”

“I prefer my men to be alive.” I laugh, almost choking on my piece of cake. I prefer my man alive, too. Some others not so much. I take another bite of my cake, wondering what Lucas is up to right now. I should text him.

Chapter Twenty-One

Lucas

It’s fifteen past ten when my Angel alert goes off. I ease off the rope of Chad’s neck. “Saved by the literal bell,” I joke and get to my feet.

Miss you babe. Hope you’re not eating all the Doritos. I know you eat like hell when I’m not there.

I’ve decided against eating until you return.

I never eat while I’m working.

“Are you fucking texting someone?” Chad rasps from his chair behind his desk. We’re in his home office and it’s very cozy with dark paneling, a large wooden desk and a window with a privacy panel. There’s a large sofa across from the desk. The blue light I ran over it before Chad got home showed a number of fluids on the surface. I avoided it.

I spare him a slight glance away from my screen. “I am.”

“What kind of sick motherfucker are you? You killed Washington, didn’t you?”

“No. That was you.” I tap my gloved finger against the envelope I brought. “You’ve killed approximately thirty people for the last ten years or so. A very busy man you’ve been.”

“That’s bullshit. I’ve never killed a person in my entire life.”

“You’re right. This list doesn’t even begin to enumerate your offenses and the people you hurt. After you got off the pedophile from Martin County, he went on to molest three other children. The abuser you got acquitted in Capital City killed his wife and two kids.”

“How are those deaths my fault? I was just doing my job!”

“And so am I.” Shakespeare was right. To start with, we should kill all the lawyers.

The one my mom hired to get her away from her abuser did no good. I let him live but killed the man who hurt her. The man’s death was the only one I hadn’t planned. I was young with a bad