Valeria felt that the ground was shaking under her feet. That soon the world would begin to turn and she would forget everything. Nick's mouth was intoxicating. His hands were strong and addictive, and she just wanted to be there, be there forever and— Her body suddenly tensed, and Nick stopped kissing her. She breathed heavily, controlling the excitement she had, and closed her eyes for a second. Then he leaned down, picked up Valeria's blouse from the floor and put it back on. “Nick—” “Don't say anything,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I'm not stupid, troublemaker. You don't trust me, or rather, you trust me for other things, but not when it comes to this.” “I'm sorry,” Valeria said, stepping down from the desk without looking at him. She wasn't ready, she couldn't forgive him yet. “You're right, I trust you for a lot of things, but... I still—I can't. I'm sorry.” “Don't be sorry,” Nick replied, getting dressed. “That fear you have is entirely my fault. But I
The speed at which Nick reached the door of the house seemed superhuman, and so did his surprised face. “What's going on?” he demanded in a dry voice. “Miss Milli Kerr was found dead in one of the alleys behind Sheffield & Lieberman, and we found evidence implicating Mrs. Bennet,” said an officer as he directed her to the patrol car. “Noooo... Nick!” Valeria was terrified, and with good reason. “I was with her all night,” said Nick vehemently. “You'll have to report that at the station, Mr. Bennet,” said the other policeman. “74th Precinct.” Nick approached Valeria, who was already sitting in the squad car. “I'm right behind you, honey. Don't worry, okay?” Nick told her. “Don't say anything until Connor's with you. I'm right behind you!” And as soon as the patrol car pulled away, Nick ran toward the house. He changed clothes at great speed and called Connor. “Yes?” answered the half-asleep lawyer. “Connor, I need you.” “Nick, at this rate, I'd better go and sleep with you
Nick stopped breathing at that very second. He blinked and was about to shout that this was a preposterous lie, when Connor pushed him toward the station exit. “That’s imposible, Connor! She was with me all night! I swear on Alice!” “I know! But getting hysterical isn't going to solve anything,” Connor reprimanded him, “let alone getting yourself locked up for causing a disturbance.” “Someone had to have paid him!” Nick exclaimed. “Obviously, but we're not going to yell Valeria out of here. Our best move is to place your faces on the city's security cameras, so get out there and trace the damn circuit as soon as possible.” Richard went out after them and pulled Nick's arm, climbed into the driver's seat himself, and made him give him the address. It was obvious that Nick was affected by what had happened, but Richard couldn't imagine it would get this bad. For his part, Connor returned inside the precinct and requested a brief meeting with the station chief. “You're asking a lot
Valeria sat up as soon as she felt movement, and turned her head to find Nick's exhausted face forcing a smile. “You have fifteen minutes,” said the detective, opening the door to let him in. Valeria threw herself into his arms, and Nick put aside what he was carrying in his hands to hold her close. He pressed her against his chest and didn't care that he had already claimed his kiss for the week; he gave her another one, urgent and desperate, because they both needed it. “How did they let you in?” she asked, looking at the small container of pasta Nick had brought her. “Come, troublemaker. Eat while it's hot. I came back to Nino's just to have him make this for you,” he sat her down on the small single bed and settled down next to her. Valeria wiped the tears running down her cheeks and tried to refuse the food, but Nick wouldn't let her. “Love, tomorrow you're going to be out of here. But I need you to be strong; I need you to eat... You can't get sick, troublemaker! Do you und
Nick rubbed his eyes and stretched up a bit as he poured coffee for the social worker, who had paid a courtesy visit this time, after hearing all about what had happened. “I'm sorry, Mrs. Baptiste—” “Lidya, please.” “Lidya... Val has not been feeling well. She's not sleeping, she's barely eating, and what little she does eat she throws up,” Nick said in despair as he sat down with his coffee in front of her. “That's normal.” Mrs. Baptiste sighed. “After all you've been through, nerves suffer a lot. Why don't you both take some time off? Take the vacation you had planned with Alice. Get away from this for a while.” Nick nodded, thoughtfully. “Yeah, maybe it's for the best. I need the troublemaker to think of something else.” Mrs. Baptiste laughed at Nick's moniker for Valeria and stood up. “If I may give you a piece of advice, drive. The road is quiet, there are nice little cabins where you can stay,” she told him. “And now with your permission, I have another social call to mak
Valeria read that news and felt like her chest was going to burst with joy. She screamed, jumped up, hung on Nick's neck and kissed him, not caring that the others were watching. “Finally! God, some good news!” she exclaimed, looking up at the sky, and Nick hugged her from the back, kissing her head as she turned to show the phone to her brother and Emma. Alice's adoption certificate had been officially issued. Legally and irrevocably, Valeria and Nick were Alice's parents, and neither Baxter nor anyone else was going to be able to do anything to take her away from them. “This is something to celebrate!” Elliot exclaimed excitedly and pulled Valeria out of Nick's arms. “In style! Let's go out for dinner!” Incredibly, in less than two weeks, Alice had already identified her favorite restaurant, so that's where they headed. “Did we really have to bring the puppy?” asked Valeria in bewilderment, as the little Labrador curled up in the car on Alice's lap. “Of course, mom. How do you
“Val!” Nick didn't know how he stifled that cry, but he reached her in a second and lifted her in his arms, laying her on the bed. “Val, for God's sake!” He shook her as gently as his nerves would allow and felt his soul return to his body when he saw her react a little. “Nick?” “Troublemaker! Thank God! What's wrong, baby? What are you feeling? Valeria put a hand to her head and shook it slowly. “I—I don't know... I was just coming to bed… I think. My blood sugar must be low, it's nothing.” Nick helped her up a little. “How could your blood sugar levels have gone low, Valeria? You've literally just eaten! Troublemaker, I'm officially scared. We'd better go see a doctor.” Valeria nodded. The truth was that she had been feeling bad for too many days already. “All right, all right... but I'd rather go to my doctor,” Valeria murmured. “As soon as we get back to Los Angeles I'll go see her.” “Of course you will, or I'll drag you to her office myself. Is that clear?” Nick threaten
Andrew grabbed his tie, which he felt was the only thing he needed to face a battalion of soldiers, and all four of them were about to head out the door when Nick stopped. “Damn it! Valeria has a doctor's appointment in a couple of hours,” he recalled. “I won't have time to get back—” “I'll take her,” said Emma. “I'm going with her to the appointment, don't worry.” “Are you sure?” Nick worried. “She's my best friend; you don't even have to ask. I won't let her miss it,” Emma assured him. Nick agreed, and they left for the Bennet Designs building, where Miles and five other desperate people were about to vandalize the place if they didn't talk to him or Valeria. Standing in the doorway of the boardroom, with a very sour face that had kept them at bay so far, was Bruno. “I'll take over now,” Nick greeted him, putting a hand on his shoulder in gratitude, and then walked into the room, followed by Andrew and the twins. Miles looked like he was about to burst with rage, and Elliot