Part 6 (1/2)

”Trust me,” Harriet says. ”People kill for the stupidest of reasons. The police know that, and they'll push. And who knows what they'll uncover if they investigate multiple angles.” She looks hard at Jackson. ”So if there's any other possible motive out there, I need to know about it now. Something pops out later and surprises me, it can destroy your entire case. I want you to be very clear about that.”

I sit perfectly still, but I'm terrified that the room can hear my heart, because it's about to pound out of my chest. I don't look at Jackson, but I'm certain he's thinking the same thing. The photos of me. Reed threatened to expose them if I didn't get Jackson to agree to the movie.

And, yeah, that's definitely motive.

But all Jackson says is, ”That's it. Nothing else.”

I release a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. He's still protecting me. Even though this secret could land him behind bars, he's still protecting me.

Am I really such a coward that I will let him do that?

”All right,” Harriet says. ”Let's move on to”

”There's more.” My whisper is so soft that the words are barely audible. I keep my eyes on the table, not on Jackson.

”I'm sorry, Sylvia?” I look up to see Charles peering at me. ”I couldn't hear you.”

I draw in a deep breath and squeeze my hands into fists.

”Sylvia.” Jackson's voice is hard. Demanding.

I look at him, hoping he can see the apology in my eyes. Then I turn my attention back to Harriet and Charles.

”He was blackmailing me.” I'm no longer whispering. I'm saying it flat out. ”Reed. He had photos. I used to model for him andwellsome of them were explicit. II wouldn't want them coming out. I” I swallow. ”I'm not sure I could handle that at all.”

Very slowly, Harriet puts her notes on the table. ”I see.”

I turn just enough to see Jackson. To see the tiny shake of his head and the pain in his eyes. But I continue. ”He said he'd release them if I didn't convince Jackson to quit trying to block the movie.”

Charles and Harriet exchange glances.

”Well,” Harriet says. ”You're right. That definitely goes to motive.”

I swallow. I know that she is right.

”Do you have these photos?” Charles asks.

”She doesn't.” Jackson's voice rings firm. ”We burned the ones he sent to her.” That's a lie, but since I don't think it mattersand since I really don't want them to see the photosI don't challenge him.

”So presumably there are still copies?” Harriet asks. ”Unless whoever killed Reed took them?”

I shudder, but nod.

”Anyone else know about this?” she asks.

”No.” I blurt the word out before Jackson can mention my dad or Ca.s.s. I want the attorneys to know about the blackmail because that matters to Jackson, but I can't bear the thought of wrapping my dad up with us like that. ”And pleaseplease don't let it leave this room.”

This time, I look to Damien, who nods once, and I know that he understands what I am asking, and why it is so important to me that he keep this secret, even from Nikki.

When she speaks, Harriet's voice is gentle. ”This isn't information we have to turn over. And with any luck, Reed buried his copies of the photos in his backyard under a rosebush and no one will ever find them. But thank you for telling us. It really does help Jackson's defense.”

I nod. I know. Lord knows I didn't have any other reason for sharing.

The rest of the meeting dissolves into task a.s.signments and scheduling, and as soon as Jackson has worked out when he will meet Harriet tomorrow so they can drive together to the police department, he and I take our leave.

I can tell he's tense as we walk toward the reception area, and when he doesn't take my hand, I know that the tension is more about me than the meeting in general.

I sigh, and when I'm certain that we're far enough down the corridor to avoid being overheard, I say softly, ”I had to.”

”The h.e.l.l you did.” There's a tightness in his voice. Maybe anger. Maybe sadness. I'm really not sure. ”I told you I would protect your secret.”

”Jackson”

He whirls on me. ”No. G.o.ddammit, Syl. You should have waited. It might not even come out. And we could have dealt with it if the police found the originals.”

”I can't be the reason this goes south for you, Jackson. Don't you get that? I love that you want to protect me, but right now it's my turn to protect you.”

”f.u.c.k.” He turns violently, and it's only when he smacks his fist against his own palm that I realize he's looking for something to hit.

”Jacks” I begin, but my word is cut short by the way he grabs me and drags me to him. His mouth closes hard over mine, and he holds me by my wrist pressed against my spine, my arm twisting uncomfortably. He pulls me up against him, our bodies pressed hard together.

I can feel him, hot and hard against me. It's not a kiss of pa.s.sion, but of claiming. Of demand. And when he backs away from me, gasping, his eyes are hard. And when he speaks, there is danger in his voice. ”Do you think I don't understand what it does to you? Even thinking about what he did to you? About how much you gave up to even tell them that it happened?”

I press my lips together and nod. Because it had been hard. But it would have been a h.e.l.l of a lot harder before Jackson was in my life, and I tell him that. ”You've made me stronger, Jackson. Don't you get that? I could tell them because of you. Because I know that if it gets badif the nightmares creep upthat you're there to help me fight them back.”

My throat is thick with unshed tears. ”As for what I gave upwell, I'll be giving up a h.e.l.l of a lot more if I lose you. And I'll do whatever it takes to not let that happen.”

”You shouldn't have to protect me.” He is still holding me fast, but his voice has lost its edge. ”I'm the one who sucked you into this.”

I only shake my head. I am breathing hard, aroused by the tension crackling between us. By his pa.s.sionate need to protect me. And, yes, by the hard length of his body pressed so enticingly against mine.

Finally, I force myself to speak. ”We're in this together, Jackson. And I want to keep you out of jail as much as you do. Because I love you, dammit, and I can't bear the thought of losing you. But also because I need you to finish my d.a.m.n resort.”

I stare at him, perfectly serious. And the b.a.s.t.a.r.d bursts out laughing.

”Oh, baby.” He releases my arm, and this time when he kisses my lips there is such tender sweetness that I go a little limp.

”I can't lose it,” I say. ”And I can't lose you. So, yeah. If I can help you, I will. And if that p.i.s.ses you off, then that's just too d.a.m.n bad.”

We're in the reception area. A wall of windows exposes the twinkling lights of the city and the ocean beyond.

He looks at me, his expression soft. Calm. He nods once. Just a simple incline of his head, but I see the apology in it.

I sigh, then walk to the window and press my palm to the gla.s.s. It's easy to see the line where the city meets the impenetrable depths of the ocean. But beyond that ribbon of black, I see the faint, twinkling lights of Catalina Island. And beyond that, unseen, is Santa Cortez.

Jackson comes up behind me and very gently reaches around to lay his hand atop mine. ”We're not losing it.”