TRUTH (7 page)

“Then I suggest you put on those things you have in your hands.”

Brianna’s forehead creased in concentration but she didn’t speak. I checked my watch. Seven forty-five. The person from the security firm was due in fifteen minutes.
 

“Would you rather I leave?”

She looked up at me, her eyes wide, and shook her head again. I understood she didn’t want to be in this room anymore, but I was right here, and I was not going to let her run away just because it was easier. No one was going to hurt her. It was all in her mind. I wasn’t going to allow Jonathan Reeves the power to make Brianna afraid in her own home.
 

“Dress.” It wasn’t a request, and by her immediate response, she knew it.
 

I stood with my arms crossed over my chest while she finished. After she put on her bra and panties, she moved faster. I wasn’t sure if she hurried because she’d gotten over her fear or if it was
due
to her fear. It was another thing we’d have to address after the camera was installed.
 

As soon as she was finished, I cupped her face, leaned forward, and gave her a kiss. “Good girl. Don’t let your fear have so much control over you. You should feel safe inside these walls. Don’t allow him and what happened yesterday to change that.”

We were walking back into the main room when the phone rang. It was the front desk letting me know a man from the security firm had arrived, and I gave Tom clearance to send the man on up. The sooner this was done, the better.

I had enough time to set the table before I heard a knock on the door.

“Keep working on breakfast. I’ll be back to help in a minute,” I said, leaving her in the kitchen. She was going to make her homemade waffles. I’d given her the choice, and that was what she’d picked. She’d made them a couple of times before, and each and every time I’d stuffed myself. I would have to be more cautious this time, as we had things to discuss. Today wasn’t about relaxing.

The man on the other side of the door was older, about Richard’s age, give or take five years. After introducing himself, Danny confirmed with me the information he’d received from my assistant. I explained to him in more detail what I was looking for, and he showed me a couple of different options. In the end, I chose a high-resolution motion-sensitive camera. The picture was clear, and in full color. Neither Brianna nor I would have any trouble seeing who was on the other side of the door.

Danny went to work, and I walked back into the kitchen where Brianna was already plating the waffles. Looking over all the options, and then discussing specifics, had taken longer than I’d planned.
 

I walked up beside her and placed a kiss on her cheek. She smiled. We each took our plates over to the table and sat down.
 

Brianna was distracted all during breakfast. She kept glancing at the door where Danny was working and then back down at her plate. She didn’t appear panicked, so I was fairly sure her anxiety had nothing to do with Danny himself. As I continued to watch her reactions, I began to think that what she was actually doing was watching to see how much longer it would take him to finish. Brianna was never eager to talk things out. Even after two months, getting information out of her, especially information she didn’t think I’d like, was a challenge.
 

We were almost finished with breakfast when the telephone rang again. Wiping off my mouth with my napkin, I stood and walked over to answer it, leaving Brianna at the table. Aside from Danny, we weren’t expecting any visitors to my knowledge. I also knew that if Reeves showed up again, Tom would gladly have him physically removed from the premises.
 

“Hello.”

There was a long pause. If I hadn’t heard breathing on the other end of the line, I would have thought no one was there.

“Coleman?”

“Yes. This is Stephan Coleman. Who is this?”

“Why are you home? Where’s Anna?” There was no longer a question as to who was on the other end of the phone. The demanding and impolite attitude gave him away.

“Good morning to you, too, Ross.”

“Cut the crap, Coleman,” he snapped. “John came to see me last night. I know he was there.”

Glancing across the room, I saw Brianna had stopped eating and was watching me. I met her gaze and nodded toward her plate.
Eat
, I mouthed. She lowered her head and picked up her fork.

“What did he say?” I asked.

Ross snorted. It wasn’t a pleasant sound.

“He said he’d found Anna and that, other than being scared witless, she looked okay. That she wouldn’t leave with him, which considering what you told me . . .” Ross paused. “He also said you tied him up and questioned him. He’s got some pretty nasty red marks on his wrists.”

Reeves’s all-out confession to Ross didn’t surprise me. I was sure he’d been livid when he left here. Ross was a family friend who lived nearby. Of course he’d go there to vent his frustrations.

“Yes, I did.”

Ross was silent for a long moment.

“Is she all right?”

“She’s fine.”

He snorted again. Could the man hold a conversation without all the theatrics?

“Would you tell me if she wasn’t?”

I smiled.

“Maybe.”

This time he chuckled.

“Well, at least you’re honest.”

Considering Ross had been forthcoming with information about Reeves being in town, I decided I would be nice. “Brianna’s finishing her breakfast right now, and we have a few things to take care of after that. I’ll let her know you called, and if she wishes, she can call you back this afternoon.”

“I just want to know she’s all right. John was really upset last night. I hope you have something in place to keep him away from her.”

“Did he say something to you about returning, trying to take Brianna away again?”

“Not in so many words, no. It’s just that I know John. He’s not one to give up. I know you think he’s responsible for what happened to Anna. I don’t know if that’s true or not, but it’s what Anna believes. He loves her, though. I know he does.”

“His love for Brianna is irrelevant.”

“How can you say that? He’s her father. He’s the only family she has left.” This conversation was quickly giving me a headache. Besides, Brianna was finished with her breakfast, and Danny was already packing up his tools.

“I’ll let Brianna know you called.”

He sighed in frustration.
 

“Okay. Fine. Whatever. Just have her call me.” Without another word, he hung up the phone. His lack of manners never ceased to amaze me.

After placing the phone back on the receiver, I walked over to Danny. He stood at my approach and smiled.

“Everything is all set up, Mr. Coleman.”
 

He then proceeded to show me how everything worked. The camera was positioned so that not only could you see directly in front of the door, but it was also at enough of an angle that you could see anyone approaching from the elevator as well. He demonstrated by walking down the hall toward the door, activating the motion sensor.

He’d installed a flat-panel screen into the wall that resembled a small television. The picture was crisp and clear. It was exactly what I’d wanted.

Once I signed the paperwork, I thanked Danny for coming over so promptly and saw him down the hall to the elevator.
 

He shook my hand again as he left. “Call me if you have any questions or problems, Mr. Coleman.”

Walking back into the condo, I noticed Brianna was still sitting at the table. Her plate was empty, her glass drained, and she had her hands folded neatly in her lap. I strolled over to her, and picked up my own plate I’d left on the table when Ross called. I could see her pressing her lips together, broadcasting her nerves.

“Grab your plate. We need to clean up, and then we need to talk.”

Brianna’s shoulders slumped slightly, and I saw her flex her fingers before she nodded and stood. With the way she was acting, I had a feeling I really wasn’t going to like what she had to tell me.

Chapter 6

Brianna

I’d been covertly watching the guy who’d come to install the security camera. He looked like he knew what he was doing, so I didn’t think it would take him long. I was right. By the time we finished eating breakfast, he was finished. Once he was gone, there would be no avoiding Stephan and his questions.
 

My responsibility in what happened weighed me down. I knew I shouldn’t have opened the door without checking to see who it was first, but I had anyway. It was stupid and reckless.
 

Cal’s call only delayed the inevitable. Stephan had given me last night. He wouldn’t put off our conversation any longer. He wasn’t like that.
 

By the time Stephan returned to the table, I was near tears. I’d done the wrong thing, and I knew there would be consequences. Although I had no idea what those consequences would be, I wasn’t as worried about that as much as I was about having to confess to him what I’d done.
 

We rinsed and loaded our dishes into the machine before walking over to his chair. I trailed behind, dragging my feet. He noticed and snapped his fingers, pointing to the spot beside him. Picking up my pace, I met him beside his chair. He let me stand there for several minutes, looking me up and down as if trying to see something. I started to get nervous.

“Don’t fidget.”

I stopped moving. Why was I moving? I’d learned how to stand stock-still with Ian. I’d learned the hard way, like I had everything else. Why was it difficult now?
 

He made me stand beside the chair for several more minutes before he invited me to sit on his lap. I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. Usually I would cuddle up to him and lay my head on his shoulder, but that didn’t seem right. I was in trouble, and I knew it.

“Tell me what happened yesterday, Brianna, and don’t leave anything out.”

“I was cleaning your bathroom when I thought I heard the phone ring,” I said, looking down at my lap. He wasn’t having it and lifted my chin up with his hand, forcing me to look at him. He wasn’t going to let me hide.

“That’s better. Start again. And this time look at me.”

“I . . . I was cleaning your bathroom. I thought I heard the phone. But I had your radio on. I wasn’t sure.”
 

“Then what did you do?” he asked when I didn’t say anything else.

“I heard a knock . . . on the door.”

“You were still in the bathroom?”

“No.” I shook my head. “In your bedroom.”

He nodded but didn’t say anything else. I knew he was waiting for me.

“The knocking got louder, and then I thought about the phone . . . how I’d thought I’d heard it . . . I thought maybe . . . Tom . . . had tried to call me, and when I didn’t . . . when I didn’t answer, he came up to check on me.”

“So you thought it was Tom?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“When did you realize it wasn’t?”

I pressed my lips together, not wanting to say that part.

“Brianna.”
 

“When I opened the door.”

He placed his hands on either side of my face. I could feel the tension in them. It wasn’t the same loving gesture from the night before. He was angry with me, and he had every right to be.

“You opened the door without checking to see who it was first?”
 

I closed my eyes. I couldn’t look at him.

“Open your eyes. Now,” Stephan ordered.

I quickly reopened my eyes and met his angry stare.
 

“Answer the question.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

I swallowed.

“Yes, Sir. I answered the door without . . . without checking.”

He dropped his hands into his lap and looked at me. For the longest time, he didn’t say anything, and I could feel the uncertainty take hold. He’d said many times that he didn’t own me, that I wasn’t his slave. I believed that now, but what would happen if he didn’t want me to be here anymore? Stephan wouldn’t sell me, but he could make me leave. Where would I go? What would I do? How would I—

“Calm down, Brianna.”

I took several deep breaths, trying to do as he said.

“You know you did wrong, correct?”

“Yes, Sir.” I nodded.

“Good. That’s a start.” He paused. “You do realize I can’t just let this go, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You deliberately put yourself in danger.”

I nodded and looked down. This time, he didn’t stop me.

“Stand up.”

I moved quickly to obey him. Whatever my punishment was, I’d take it. Anything was better than having to leave.

 
He stood and walked around me to the small side table where he kept his keys. Opening the drawer, he removed something about a half-inch thick and rectangular and then placed it on the floor in front of the door. He straightened back up to his full height and waited. I realized he was waiting for me and moved quickly to stand in front of him.