Page 83 of The Clover Chapel (Jamison Valley 2)
I was exhausted. Keeping focus was a struggle. Everywhere I went, I looked over my shoulder. If Jess didn’t find the person or persons breaking into my house, I was going to reach an all-time-high level of crazy.
The minute the students left the building, I texted Nick to come and get me. Even though Jess had said I wasn’t likely in danger, the idea of staying in my classroom alone had me scared.
With a pizza in the truck, we stopped by my house to pack a couple of weeks’ worth of clothes. The minute we got to Nick’s house, I was pulling on yoga pants, eating half of our pepperoni special and going to bed.
“I can’t believe you didn’t find anything,” I said, tossing a stack of sweaters into my suitcase.
“Me too,” he said. On the drive over, he’d told me that he, Jess and Milo had followed the tracks through the trees but when the footprints circled back to the paved highway, they’d lost the trail.
My shoulders sank. “Now what?”
“Jess is pulling footage from the stoplight camera on Main Street. That was an odd hour. If the guy drove back through town, we might be able to identify a license plate.”
I threw a pair of pants on the bed. “This is so frustrating!”
“I know,” Nick said, pulling me into his arms. “But we’ll catch them. Tomorrow we’re going to put some security cameras up around the house. If the stoplight footage doesn’t get us anywhere, hopefully the guy will be stupid enough to come back.”
“What if it’s different people? We don’t even have a clue!” I cried into his chest.
“Let’s not worry about it anymore tonight, okay?” he asked. “We’re both exhausted. Let’s go home, eat dinner and get some fucking sleep. Tomorrow we’ll meet with Jess after work and start brainstorming next steps.”
I huffed out a breath. He was right. Nothing was going to get solved tonight and I was too tired to think straight.
“Did you pack the gray dress?” he whispered into my hair.
I tipped my head back and looked into his hazel eyes. Today the brown flecks were more pronounced than the sage green.
“And a fancy green one so you can take me to dinner at The Black Bull. I think you’ll like it. I can’t wear panties or a bra.”
“Change of plans, Wife. Home. Sex. Pizza. Sleep. Tomorrow after we meet with Jess, we’re going to The Black Bull.”
A shiver traveled down my spine as I walked back to the closet. I wasn’t all that tired anymore.
Sex with Nick did not disappoint. He always took care of me, usually more than once. He loved making me come with his mouth. If I went down on him, he made sure to thoroughly reward me for my efforts.
And my man had stamina. He could go forever, hence his ability to dole out multiple orgasms every night.
With a smile on my face, I finished packing and sent Nick to the truck with my suitcases while I thumbed through some mail in my kitchen.
“Emmy, are you expecting company?” Nick called.
“No. Why?”
“Two black Escalades are coming up your drive.”
“What?” I gasped, running to the front door. My mother and Alesso climbed out of the first SUV. Her assistant and personal chef emerged from the second.
“Not today,” I muttered, closing my eyes.
“I take it you know them?” Nick asked.
“That’s my mother and her entourage.” We stood together at the door and watched as the crew hustled their way up my stone steps.
“Emmeline, darling! Surprise!” my mother said and threw her arms around me.
“Hi, Mom,” I said, hugging her back. Even though her visit was a shock, it was nice to have her here after such a rotten day. “What are you doing here?”
“We were bored and I missed you. When we talked on the phone last week, you sounded so relaxed. I thought we could visit and ruffle your feathers a bit. Is this my son-in-law?” she asked, abandoning me and crowding right into Nick’s space for a hug and double-cheek kiss.
