they’re the ones sending them? We just don’t know.”
Damn. Trent was right. She had to find proof that they were behind this. “How do we find out who’s behind the threats? The FBI is working on it and we have nothing.”
“We give them time to do their job,” he replied.
“I don’t want to give them time. I want this over now. People helping me are getting hurt. What if you’re next, Trent? I couldn’t live with myself if anyone else gets hurt because of me.”
Skye was up and pacing as Trent took a deep breath. “I like our idea for New York. Instead of going in full blast, let the trial do the talking for you.”
“And then what? Come back here and hide?”
Trent stood up and cut off her pacing. “Come back here and stay safe until we find out who is behind these threats. We sit, we plan, we make connections, and we wait. When we have the evidence, then you’ll be able to take your revenge.”
Skye took a deep breath. She felt like smashing someone with her lacrosse stick, but he was right. She needed to be smart, but she also wanted to make a statement in New York. A big one.
“You’re right. But I do have an idea. I need support and you won’t be able to give that to me in New York. It’ll only take seconds to know I’m in Shadows Landing if you’re seen there.”
Trent nodded with his jaw clenched tight. She could tell he didn’t like the idea of her out there in public without him. “I’ll stay on the plane while you go to court.”
Skye picked up her phone and began to text. “Sometimes I forget I have friends. I’ll show them I’m not alone at the trial.”
21
Trent knew Skye’s plan for the bench trial was sound, but that didn’t mean he liked it. However, watching the woman he was falling in love with find her confidence again was worth it. It would be hard to do, but he was going to have to move from protector to supporter. He knew just how to do that too.
Trent picked up his phone and sent his own texts. Within minutes, he knew Skye would be safe when she left him to make her stand.
“How is it going?” he asked Skye, who was still working on her phone.
Skye put down her phone and looked up at him as the setting sun’s rays cast her in a warm orange glow. She took a deep breath and moved to lean against him. Trent opened his arms wide for her and felt as if the world was perfect when Skye was in his embrace.
“Really well, actually. I always felt so isolated, but I just needed to reach out. Turns out I have a lot more friends than I thought. Now if Miles and Ryker can get us to New York undetected, I feel pretty positive about the case.”
Trent’s phone pinged with a text and he glanced down at it. “Incoming,” he said as he read Ryker’s text. “Granger and Castle are coming in the gate now.”
Whoever was driving must have been flying down the drive because Trent couldn’t even stand up before there was banging on the front door. “I’ll be right back.” Trent kissed her forehead and yelled that he was coming to whoever was beating down the door.
It wasn’t a surprise to Trent to see that it was Granger about to bust down the door. “Come on in. We’re on the back patio.” Granger’s and Peter’s faces were in full pissed-off cop mode. Their lips were pursed, their jaws tight, and their eyes cold.
“We have a plan. I’ll let Skye tell you.” Trent reached out and grabbed Granger’s arm, stopping him from storming through the house. “Skye is beyond upset about what’s happened and feels responsible. Don’t be a dick.”
“I’m never a dick,” Granger ground out between his teeth. Then he stopped and took a deep breath before letting it out slowly. “Okay, so sometimes I can be a dick.”
“She’s trying to take control of her life. Let her.” Trent blocked Granger and Peter until they both agreed. Skye was carrying around so much guilt for what happened to Olivia he didn’t want them to break her. She needed to be built up now to believe in herself or she might shatter into a million pieces.
Trent turned and led them out onto the patio where Skye looked so little on the couch. She was nervously playing