What He Desires (What He Wants, Book Five) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (6 page)

I smiled.
 
“It
will
taste better at your place,” I said.

“Then let’s go.”
 
He took my hand and led me through the
main part of the restaurant toward the front door.
 
I liked that he was holding my
hand, that
he was showing the world that we were together.

I liked belonging to him.

When we got out onto the sidewalk, I
looked around for his car.

“The car’s waiting down the block,” he
said.
 
“I wasn’t sure if you wanted
to take it, or if you were more comfortable walking.”

“I’m okay with the car.”
 
I appreciated that he was asking me
this, loved that he wanted to make sure I was okay with taking the car after
I’d been hesitant before.
 
And I
was
okay with it now.
 
I felt foolish for not trusting him,
for going against my instincts and thinking he might have done something wrong.

Noah wasn’t a murderer.

He was the man I was falling in love
with.

We were halfway to the limo when it
happened.

Three police cars pulled up to the
sidewalk, their sirens blaring, throwing beams of red and blue light onto the
concrete.

Two cops got out of the car, guns drawn.

“Noah Cutler,” one of them yelled.
 
“Put your hands up in the air!
 
Right now, put your hands up in the
air!”

My heart pounded in my chest, the blood
rushing in my ears.
 
Noah dropped
my hand and stepped away from me.
 
I went to grab it again reflexively, but he was already moving away, out
of my reach.

“Really?” Noah asked, sighing.
 
“It had to go down this way?”

The cop reached into his pocket and
pulled out his handcuffs.
 
“Noah
Cutler,” he said.
 
“You’re under
arrest for the murder of Katie Price.
 
You have the right to remain silent…”

He kept talking, reading Noah his rights,
but I couldn’t hear him.
 
It was
suddenly like everything was happening in the slow motion haze of a nightmare I
couldn’t get out of. I was rooted in place, unable to move, unable to talk,
unable to even process what was going on.

“Call Worthington,” Noah instructed me
before they loaded him into the back of the police car.

I tried to pull out my phone and call
Professor Worthington, but I couldn’t. I was frozen in place.
 
And I stayed frozen in place, watching
as the sirens started back up and the cruiser pulled back onto the street.

Bile rose up in my throat and I leaned
over and dry heaved onto the sidewalk.
 

Noah had been arrested.

Which could only mean two things.

One, they had evidence implicating him in
Katie’s murder.

And two, things were about to get even
more complicated.

Finally, I pulled out my phone and dialed
Professor Worthington.

“Professor,” I said when he
answered.
 
“We have a problem.”

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