The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage

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The officer who called my name escorted me out of the holding tank and then out toward the front of the police station, where Dylan was loudly replaying the recorded conversation from my wrongful arrest.

“I want Miss Whitaker released right now, or I will sue the entire department,” Dylan loudly announced Anyone who was handed money by Mr. Hatfield Senior will find themselves giving twice that to Hazel ”

I cleared my throat as I came nearer.

“Hazel, thank God.” Dylan looked me over, then, as if determining I was okay, turned his attention to the officer at my arm. “I trust she is free to go.”

The officer looked over to a different man in a suit. That man nodded.

“Yes, sir,” the officer said.

“Good.” Dylan touched my elbow and led me toward the exit. “Let’s get the hell out of here.

He didn’t have to tell me twice.

When we are in the parking lot, I tell Dylan what happened to my car. “I’ll personally buy you another one.”

“But my things…”

“We’ll get you new things.”

At least I hadn’t packed anything I couldn’t live without My keepsakes were still all safely back at my apartment… if my apartment was still safe.

Jdidn’t want to think about this. I’d never felt so in danger in all my life. I couldn’t stop shaking.

Dylan, noticing, stopped me by placing his hand on my shoulder. “It’s going to be okay now. I’m here. We’ll get you back to town, back to Logan, and no one will be able to hurt you anymore.”

“I’m okay,” I lied.

Dylan gave me a look of disbelief.

‘T’ll be okay,” I corrected.

That one, he did believe. He opened the passenger door of his sedan for me and then closed it once I was securely inside. Rounding the car, he entered the driver’s side.

I didn’t feel safe, even when we left the police station, or when we continued on the highway, even when the familiar signs for home crept closer and closer.

Shadows seemed everywhere, like someone holding cell. Or worse.

uld pop out at any minute and drag me back to that

I curved my hands around my knees and tried to stay strong.

“We’ll be there before you know it,” Dylan said, now and again, maybe just to fill the uneasy quiet in the car. Eventually, he started counting down miles. “Forty miles left.” Then, “Thirty.” Then, “Almost there.”

I didn’t even feel safe when Dylan finally made an exit, because he wasn’t driving to any parts of town that

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I recognized.

“Where are we going?” I asked him.

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“Mr. Hatfield is going nuclear, so we have to take precautions,” Dylan said. “We can’t put you two anywhere that he knows about, or he will find you and then who knows what he will do. So I got you and Logan an apartment in a safe, quiet part of town under false names.”

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“That’s where we’re going?” I asked, to be sure.

“Yes.”

I looked out the window as Dylan drove. It was dark, late in the evening now, but with the streetlights and the moonlight, I could tell we were driving out of the downtown area and into the suburbs.

Eventually, Dylan pulled up to a two story apartment building nestled in the middle of a quiet neighborhood. There was a small grocery store nearby, and a little bookshop on the corner.

Dylan parked under a tree and we both got out.

The apartments were set up like townhomes. Dylan confidently strode to one, opened it with a key, and then ushered me inside.

The room was an open concept. The living room and kitchen were connected, separated only with a small island in between. Logan stood at that island. He looked over to me as I walked in.