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I said, then put her on speaker phone and let the reporters hear what she had to say. "Thank God you answered, I need a favor. Can you tell the reporters that we are dating and had a plan to get married already? I didn't want the reporters to know about Derrick and I, my dad's going to kill me if he found out." She said worriedly then I look at the reporter as I ended our call and said, "She's been my wife for more than two years now. My one and only wife and no one else." They took Colleen's photo so I covered her with my body as I led her to the parking lot. The security came and stopped them from following us.

Natalie murmured as she stared at her hands on her lap. "Oh Jesus," Cynthia gasped. "Did you say Colleen's back?" "What did you just say?" Leviticus asked, his face ashen, the scorn in his eyes just moments before replaced by hope. "I was helping Levi with the case. And two days ago, Colleen made contact, and I met her last night," Natalie explained. "Thank you, Jesus!" Cynthia burst into tears as she stood up and hugged Natalie.

I got to witness the most memorable occasion firsthand. * * * Colleen had been dating a particularly unsavory fellow named Kirk halfway through Hope's senior year. He happily provided alcohol for Colleen, who was only twenty at the time. One day, the two of them had been drinking in the house while our parents were at work. Hope and I had come home from school to find them making out in the living room.

After several moments Colleen stood up, kissed me on the top of my head and said, "Girls, would you mind going into the house for a little bit? I need to talk to Uncle Bobby." A quick squeeze from the girls then they hopped, skipped and jumped into the house as Colleen replaced Meghan on the glider next to me. She hooked her arm through mine and pulled me closer until we were leaning against each other. She took the papers out of my hands, looked them over then set them aside. We sat quietly before she spoke.

I hang up my white coat and I was ready to leave. Well, tomorrow starts the count of my leave from work. I mean I have been working non-stop for six months straight without no leave or anything. So going on two weeks' leave won't hurt. I think I need a vacation. I need a spa session. I also need to go to a massage spot. I will probably go with Coleen. Coleen and one of my colleagues whom we later became friends with during our university days. Her name is Jessie. She was our roommate at University then. She is a werewolf too thankfully.

Sean waited until dark to fly out to Donal's house. The dull ache in his heart kept getting worse. Or something like that. *** Colleen didn't say much to Donal as he drove her out to his house. She had all of her files with her, intending to work on the case, but she would be happy to see Meg and spend some time with her. This would be the first time they had gotten together since the wedding. Colleen had missed her friend. Donal pulled into a two-car garage. He took her suitcase out of the trunk, then opened the door to the house for her. "I'll put your case in your room and leave you two alone."

Eilidh POV I rolled my eyes but pulled out my phone anyway. “Fine. Just tae see if karma’s doin’ her job.” Cat scooted closer so she could see my screen. Within seconds, we were both scrolling through the Hollywood gossip feeds. It didn’t take long before I found it, a headline in bold letters: COLE HARRINGTON’S ON-SET MELTDOWN: INSIDER CLAIMS ACTOR’S BEHAVIOR IS ‘OUT OF CONTROL’

* She thought about the balcony. About how close they'd been standing. About how neither of them had moved away. "We leave in two days," Cole said. His voice was the same as always. Measured. Professional. Except she knew him well enough now to hear the thing underneath it — the thing that wasn't quite professional and hadn't been for a while. Helen held his gaze. Two days. Different countries. Different time zones. No familiar office hallways to disappear into, no easy routines to hide behind. No, Linda is appearing at convenient moments. No separate floors to retreat to at the end of the day.