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nice. She had a few ideas of what to wear, as well as a few ideas of where they could go for dinner, as she had been craving Japanese as of late. Some sushi would really hit the spot, actually, and—
As she walked to her front stoop, she saw a man sitting on the top step. He looked rather bored, his head propped up in one hand while he scrolled through his phone with the other.
Chloe slowed a bit and then came a complete stop. She knew this man. But there was no way he could be here, sitting on the steps to her apartment building.
There’s no way…
She took another slow step forward. The man finally noticed her and looked up. Their eyes met and when they did, Chloe felt her heart shudder.
The man on the steps was Aiden Fine—her father.
CHAPTER TWO
“Hey, Chloe.”
He was trying to sound normal. He was trying to make it sound as if it were a perfectly normal thing to have him show up on her step. Never mind the fact that he had been in prison for nearly twenty-three years, serving time for playing a hand in the murder of her mother. Sure, recent events that she herself had uncovered showed that he was likely innocent of those charges, but to Chloe the man would always be guilty.
But at the same time, she had a small yearning to go to him. Maybe to even hug him. There was no denying that seeing him here, out in the open and free, stirred up a huge range of emotions within her.
She didn’t dare move a step closer, though. She didn’t trust him and, worse than that, she did not fully trust herself.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“Just wanted to come by and visit,” he said, getting to his feet.
A million questions swirled through her head. Chief among them was how he had found out where she lived. But she knew that anyone with an internet connection and stubborn determination could figure that out. Instead, she tried to be civil without being warm and inviting.
“How long have you been out?” she asked.
“A week and a half. I had to work up the nerve to come see you.”
She recalled the phone call she had made to Director Johnson when she had found that last piece of evidence two months ago—evidence that had apparently been more than enough to free her father. And now here he was. Because of her efforts. She wondered if he even knew what she had done for him.
“And this is exactly why I waited,” he said. “This…this silence between us. It’s awkward and unfair and…”
“Unfair? Dad, you’ve been in prison for most of my life…for a crime I now know you weren’t guilty of but didn’t seem to mind taking the fall for. Yes, it’s going to be awkward. And given the reason for your incarceration and the last few conversations we’ve had, I hope you understand if I don’t come to you, dancing and tossing flowers your way.”
“I absolutely get that. But…there’s so much time we’ve missed. You might be unable to feel that yet, being so young. But those years I wasted in prison, knowing what I sacrificed…time with you and Danielle…my own life…”
“You sacrificed those things for Ruthanne Carwile,” Chloe spat. “That was your choice.”
“It was. And it’s a regret I’ve had to live with for nearly twenty-five years.”
“So what do you want?” she asked.
She moved toward him and then past him, toward her door. It took more willpower than she thought to pass by him, to be that close to him.
“I was hoping we could grab dinner.”
“Just like that?”
“We have to start somewhere, Chloe.”
“No, actually we don’t.” She opened her door and turned back to him, looking him in the eyes for the first time. Her stomach was in knots and she was doing everything she could not to get emotional in front of him. “I need you to leave. And please don’t ever come back.”
He looked genuinely hurt but his eyes never left hers. “Do you really mean that?”
She wanted to say yes, but what came out of her mouth was “I don’t know.”
“Let me know if you change your mind. I have a place in—”
“I don’t want to know,” she interrupted. “If I want to get in touch, I’ll find you.”
He gave her a thin smile, but there was still some pain there. “Ah, that’s right. Working with the FBI now.”
And what happened with you and Mom is what led me down that path, she thought.
“Bye, Dad,” she said, and stepped through the door.
When it closed behind her, she did not bother looking back. Instead, she made it to the elevator as quickly as she could without appearing as if she were in a hurry. When the doors slid closed behind her and the elevator started going up, Chloe pressed her hands to her face and started to cry.
She stared into her closet, thinking very hard about calling Moulton and letting him know that she couldn’t make it tonight after all. She wouldn’t tell him the real reason why—that her father had gotten out of prison after spending twenty-three years there and had suddenly showed up on her doorstep. Certainly he’d understand the trauma of that, right?
But she decided that she was not going to let her father ruin her life. His shadow had hovered over far too much of her life already. And even something as small as canceling a date because of his presence was giving him too much power over her.
She called Moulton’s number and when it went to voicemail, she left her suggestion for a dinner spot. With that done, she took a quick shower and got dressed. As she was slipping into a pair of pants, her cell phone rang. She saw Moulton’s name on the display and her mind went to the worst scenarios first.
He’s changed his mind. He’s calling to cancel.
She actually believed this until the moment she answered the phone. “Hello?”
“So yeah, Japanese sounds good,” Moulton said. “Now, maybe you can tell because of the extreme lack of detail and follow-through, but I don’t do this much. So I don’t know if I come pick you up or if we just meet there…?”
“Pick me up, if you don’t mind,” she said, again thinking of the ragged state of her car. “There’s a pretty good place not too far from here.”
“Sounds good,” he said. “See you then.”
…I don’t do this much. Even though he’d admitted such a thing, Chloe still found it hard to believe.
She finished getting dressed, fussed with her hair a bit, and waited for a knock on the door.
Maybe it’ll be your father again, she told herself. Although really, if she was being honest, it wasn’t her own voice that was speaking to her. It was Danielle’s voice, condescending and confident.
I wonder if she knows he’s out yet, Chloe thought. My God, she’ll be absolutely furious.
She didn’t have time to dwell on this, though. Before she could, there was a knock at the door. For one paralyzing moment, she was sure it was her father. It made her freeze for a second, unwilling to answer it. But then she recalled how Moulton had been just as uncomfortable as she had been outside of the shooting range and she realized just how badly she wanted to see him—especially after the way the last few hours of her life had gone.
She answered the door, putting on her best smile. Moulton had one of his own. Maybe it was because they rarely saw one another outside of work, but Chloe found his smile sexy as hell. It also helped that while he had dressed rather plain—a button-down shirt and a pair of nice jeans—he looked incredibly handsome.
“Ready?” he said.
“Absolutely,”