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Chapter 87: Ivy’s POV
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I watch calmly from the upstairs window as Blaire is dragged away by two police officers in casual clothing, their grips firm, unyielding.She didn’t need to call me. I had been fully aware of what was happening from the moment they stepped onto her porch. I’d kept a close eye on her movements for weeks—quietly, patiently—planning her eventual disappearance. This, however, was far more convenient.Keeping my hands clean meant absolving myself of any risk that could hinder my son—or delay my reconnection with Jessie.I watch as Blaire screams my name, her phone clutched uselessly in her hand, desperation etched into every frantic movement. Then one of the officers leans in and whispers something to her. Whatever he says drains the fight from her immediately. Her shoulders sag. Her face goes slack.Could it have been something about our son?Jessie?That single moment of silence tells me everything: whatever they have is worth my attention.Perhaps there is a reason to pay the precinct
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“Now that we’ve finished breakfast and nearly killed one of my best employees via juice asphyxiation,” I say dryly, “how about we start the photography portion of the day?” I clear the plates from in front of Jessie and Ivy.“That sounds perfect,” Ivy says, already halfway out of her chair. “I just need to know the setting so I can pull the proper lenses.” She reaches for her camera case, fingers itching with anticipation.“Jessie?” I prompt, offering her an encouraging smile.“Well,” she begins thoughtfully, “I think the best way to divert—and completely shut down—our overly hungry clients is with an image that makes an undeniable statement. Something bold.” She glances at Ivy, then back at me. “They’ll be shot in the bedroom. Boudoir-style, but with a couple instead of just a woman.”Ivy freezes mid-motion, her mouth falling open.“I did not know you had this in you,” she says, stunned. “I’m officially impressed.” She nudges Jessie’s shoulder teasingly before diving into her camera
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“Onto the last security surveillance for the Foster divorce proceedings and I’m done,” I chime to myself—right up until my phone rings.I reach across my desk to grab it and freeze when I see the caller ID. Lincoln. It’s been a few days since I last heard from him, which immediately puts me on edge. Hopefully everything with Jessie is okay.I answer and breeze through the formalities.“Good morning, boss. Is everything okay? How’s Jessie? I was just finishing the last case from the pile Diana left me.”“Hello to you too, Ivy.” Oh—good. His tone is light, almost amused. That has to mean everything’s fine. “Everything’s good. I wanted to see if you—and your photography skills—were available for that photo I needed for my office.”“Oh, the girlfriend picture!” I laugh softly. “I completely forgot about that. I can be there in about an hour. I just need to review this last fifteen-minute sequence to finalize the evidence portion, send my report back to Diana, and then I’ll head over.”“As
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I must’ve been out for hours because I’m awakened by a tiny sliver of light peaking through the black-out curtains, setting directly across my eyes as I bat my lashes tiredly. It takes me a few minutes to recollect myself to consciousness when I realize I’m tangled in black silk sheets and I can feel my naked body pressed against the warm chest of someone behind me.I turn my head so quickly that I probably induced whiplash upon all else and find Lincoln is completely asleep, the sheets thrown lazily over his hips as he laid on his side - almost resembling a Greek sculpture or a painting in the Sistine chapel and I breathe a sigh of relief. Every nightmare had me lost in fear and confusing trauma with reality at daybreak. Then I realize an utter soreness that runs through my entire body and find recollection of everything I’d had - no, we had done last night and my cheeks instantly start to flame red.We had taken that enormous leap from platonic to straight sexual relations and prof
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Mrs. Crenshaw’s home isn’t far from the farmhouse estate where Jessie grew up. The proximity alone makes my stomach twist. It raises a question I can’t shake—how had Blaire never crossed paths with Jessie before college? In a town this small, it seems almost impossible.Unless it wasn’t an accident.Unless Mrs. Crenshaw had taken deliberate precautions to make sure her daughter never laid eyes on the life she’d been denied.We pull up in front of a tiny house—weathered siding, a narrow porch, and a single window glowing dimly from inside.“This has to be a one-bedroom,” Mike mutters as he steps out of the car. “Maybe even a studio.”I nod, my gaze lingering on the house. The contrast is impossible to ignore. Blaire grew up here—tight quarters, limited means—while Jessie was raised in comfort, surrounded by love and generational wealth. The resentment suddenly feels inevitable. Not jealousy of Jessie herself, but of the life she represented. A life Blaire believed should have been hers
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