I was too late.  Jenna was gone when I got back.  Blackstone beat me to her. Read more »

“Sara, what’s wrong?”

If her life were a Michael Bay film, this was the point where the camera would swing around her and Paul in a slow, full circle. Just like the phone call in Bad Boys II that let Will Smith and Martin Lawrence know that things just got real, Sara could feel the decided shift. It was a moment where it felt like nothing would ever be alright again. Read more »

All the highways in Grand Prairie, Arlington, Irving, and Dallas were shut down, but the Addison tollroad was ignored.  Of course, Chad was long gone before they thought to do anything.  He could anticipate everything now before it happened. Read more »

Sunday, October 12

“I did something bad,” Jenna said as I approached.

I helped her up and got her inside my condo.  She was shaking so badly I had to practically carry her to the couch for her to sit down.  I sat next to her and tried to put my arms around her to comfort her, but she pushed me away. Read more »

“I just got a call from McNamara.  Blackstone is in the offsite fuel storage hanger.  This is going down tonight.  You need to get here. Now,” Collin said. Read more »

Chad laughed at how easy it was to elude the agent following him.  He’d learned to drive on these roads and knew just how to get away.  The agent probably reached the dead end before he realized he was no longer following the correct car. Read more »

Michael pulled away slowly and met her eyes with caution. “Say that again.”

A faint smile touched her lips. “I said I love you, Michael. I always have.”

“I knew it.” His grin stretched from ear to ear and his arms snaked around her waist. Read more »

With the headstart we had, Banks wouldn’t know I ran off with Jenna until it was too late to catch us, but getting to a country without an extradition treaty posed a problem. Unless I found a way to smuggle Jenna out of the country, she needed a passport.  Mine was always in the glovebox.  Even though I planned to tell her everything once we got where we were going, I couldn’t risk raising her suspicion. Read more »

Trista scrutinized herself in the mirror and realized she forgot to put on her earrings.  She opened her briefcase and saw the envelope from Jenna.  She pulled it out with the earrings and placed it on the table.  Once she was convinced the sparkle they gave her ears was just right, she opened the envelope and removed its contents. Read more »

I successfully managed to avoid thinking about Jenna for the majority of the day, but when I saw her in the strappy black dress she was wearing to the reunion my mind flooded with everything I fought so hard to suppress.  I made a conscious effort to block out the previous evening from my mind.  Without a doubt, it was the single best night of my entire life.  It wasn’t easy to have something like that and know you would spend the rest of your life without it.   Read more »

Saturday, October 11

The day went by far too fast for me.  Collin and I agreed to meet one last time to go over our plan in the light of day.  It held up to our scrutiny and we were satisfied we were doing the right thing.  Several members of the clerical staff stayed all night, but still hadn’t come up with anything.  They had a stack of paperwork left to go through, but there was still a chance they could come up with something in time. Read more »

Everything was as good as Sara could ever hope for it to be. This was the best time to make things right with Michael. Now or never, right? He was adamant about his feelings for her and the fact that he wanted to spend forever with her. It might be one thing if she didn’t feel the same about him, but she did. Read more »

It was well past eight o’clock before we had, what we hoped, was our Plan B.  We knew Blackstone could strike at any time on Sunday, so we’d have to be ready for him tomorrow.  It was a long shot, but I thought our plan just might work. Read more »

At five o’clock, Trista decided it was time to go home.  All of the partners who weren’t in court left for the weekend hours ago.  It was just as well she leave, she’d done everything that needed to be done twice already. Read more »

“Are you on drugs,” she blurted before the full ramifications of what she was hearing washed over her.

“No. We both know I don’t do drugs.”

Sara ripped her hands away from Michael. “I don’t know anything anymore, but Read more »