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Harley

Two weeks later

“You’re famous,” I said as I put the newspaper down on the kitchen island next to Carter's arm.

He looked at them, picked them up and scanned the title.

A real life Frank Farmer Takes Down Stalker Live On Tour

“Who the fuck’s Frank Farmer,” he scowled at the paper.

“That’s the name of the character Kevin Costner played in the movie Bodyguard,” I chuckled.

He turned his scowl to me, “What’s that got to do with this?” He threw the paper down and went back to his breakfast.

“Don’t tell me you never watched Bodyguard,” I snickered.

His frown stayed in place as he chewed, shaking his head in the negative.

“Well,” I came up behind him, my arms going around his shoulders, my chin on his shoulder blade. I turned my head and pressed a soft kiss at his butterflies, and inhaled my favorite smell in the world. Staying just as I was, I educated him on one of the most romantic movies in the history of mankind. “Frank Farmer is hired to protect Rachel Marron, a music superstar. She’s not exactly thrilled by this decision as it was forced on her by her manager. She resents Frank because he’s costing her freedom, and doesn’t want to go by his rules. After the riot at one of her concerts, she sees things differently. In the tangle of the threat, and danger, they fall in love. Later he whisks her away at a secret location. And in the end, he saves her.”

“Sounds familiar,” Carter chuckled.

“Just as I told Tim, I knew someone would make that connection. But my money was on the fans.”

Carter reached, and took one of my hands. Turning he shifted me, and positioned me to stand between his legs.

“Who was the threat?”

“Hunh?” my brows creased.

“In the movie,” he clarified. “Who was the threat in the movie?”

I looked down, sorrow piercing my heart, “Her sister. She was jealous.”

I still couldn’t believe I had a sister.

I didn’t doubt Cassie’s claim even for a second. I knew my father was fooling around, even though he was married, so it really didn’t come as a surprise.

I just wished I knew before it all went down. A small part of me hoped that things would then be different. That the longing I held in me, wouldn’t be there, and instead of hurt and pain that I was left with, I would have a sister right by my side.

“Hey,” Carter called then and I looked up at him. “Are you sure you want to do this? No one would blame you if you don’t”

I nodded, knowing it was the right thing. “I have to, Warden. I have to at least try.”

***

The doors slid down and slammed behind us. I didn’t know what to expect, but this claustrophobic feeling that grabbed me, wasn’t it.

“Sit right here,” the guard motioned to sit in the third partition.

I gulped and murmured, “Thank you.” Then went to where he told me she would come and sat down on the small, steel stool with the round top.

The man grunted, then walked over to the wall behind us.

“This feels…awful,” I looked up at Carter standing behind my back.

“We can still go,” he leaned over me, “You don’t have to do this.”