His back was still turned to me, but I saw his shoulders slump.
“I promise.” He said, before opening the door and walking out of it.
“Are you alright?” Morgan asked, as she came to sit down on the bed beside me.
“Honestly?”
“Honestly.”
“I can't believe that Derek would kill someone. When he and Owen got into a fight, he didn't even fight back. And he genuinely wanted to know his father. It just doesn't make any sense.”
“Imagine wanting to know your father your entire life, and then you meet him. He tells you that you're perfect. That you, and your new wife are going to take over the family's business. Things are really looking up for you, but then he finds out you aren't engaged anymore. What's worse, the woman you were engaged to is now with your brother. To your new found dad, your a laughing stock. You're no longer good enough. You're expendable. Everything you've done to get to this point has been for nothing. You've done things you never thought you would. Hurt people that you claimed to love. For nothing. It's enough to make anyone feel a little unhinged.”
“Do you... feel sorry for him?” I asked, with genuine wonder.
“Absolutely not!” She said, looking at me like I'd grown a third eye. “I just know a thing or two about striving for unrealistic expectations. Even if I won an Olympic gold medal, my dad would still find something wrong with it.”
“You, and Derek are not the same.” I said, reaching for her hand.
She gave me a warm smile. “I know.”
“Morgan?”
“Yeah, Ronnie?”
“What should I do?”
“About what?”
“The flash drive. What should I do with it? Do I let Owen blackmail Derek? Or do I turn it into the police?”
“I can't tell you what to do, Ronnie. Not anymore, and not about this.”
“I think I liked you better when you bossed me around.” I grumbled.
She laughed. “No you didn't.”
“You're right.” I laughed back. “Thanks for being here, bestie.”
“Always, bestie.” She winked. “Now get some rest, you're going to need it before your boyfriend gets back.”
After the door clicked shut and I was left all alone, I laid back on my pillow and stared up at the ceiling. What was the right move here? If we gave the flash drive to the police, surely Derek would be arrested. There was no way that he could dispute the evidence against him. Carlotta said his face was seen clear as day.
What about the business then? Owen still owned his half of course, but what would happen to Derek's? Would my baby have any rights when he or she turns eighteen? Would Owen even want his niece or nephew involved? Would he still want me?
There was always blackmail. We could force him to sign his portion of the company over to Owen, but then we'd have to lose the footage. And there was Carlotta to think about. She loved Mister Foster. There was no way in hell she'd just let us bury it. She'd want justice for the man she loved.
“Unicorn?” Owen asked as he knocked softly from the other side of my door. “Are you awake?”
“I am.” I said, loud enough for him to hear me.
He stepped inside then with a sheepish look on his face.
“Hey.” He said, coming to sit beside me.
“Hey.” I said back.
“I'm sorry for the way that I acted.”
“It's OK. I get it.”
“Do you?”
I nodded. “I do. I have to admit that sticking it to Derek would feel pretty damn good right now, but that's not the kind of example I want to set for my baby.”
“It's not the kind of example I want to set for our baby either.”
“Our baby?” I practically gushed.
He shot me a wink.
“I did some thinking while I was out on my walk.”
“Should I be scared?” I teased.
“If Derek's arrested for murdering my father, and we can find proof that he switched your prescription, maybe I can contest the will. I can prove that my father wasn't of sound mind by leaving everything to an unhinged man.”
“I thought you said there was no wiggle room?”
“It's different now. Derek's actions have all been driven by one thing. The company. All we've got to do is prove it.”
“Oh, is that all?”
“Unicorn, what if my dad had that nanny cam on the day you met him?”
My eyes grew wide with understanding then, and I couldn't help but smile.
“Derek admitted that he only proposed to me to get his hands on the business.” I said in awe.
“Exactly!” Owen said, excitedly.
“Well what are we waiting for?” I asked, as I tossed my comforter aside. “We need to get to Carlotta's, and tell her to check her emails!”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” He chuckled, before tucking me back in. “You're not going anywhere, tiger.”
“But.” I said, sticking out my bottom lip.
“That isn't going to work.” He teased, leaning over to kiss my pout.
“Owen!” I half whined. “I'm fine, I swear! Please don't do this without me. All in, remember?”
“You play dirty, Unicorn.” He teased, raising his brows up and down suggestively.
“Do you want to see how dirty I can get?” I asked, batting my lashes playfully.
“Why don't you show me?”
I moved the comforter aside, and got up onto my knees so that our faces were level. I brushed the tip of my nose against his, resting my hands on his chest. He smiled, and I locked my eyes on his with a smirk on my face.
“If you leave without me, you're sleeping on the couch tonight.” I whispered.
He laughed, before pulling me into his arms causing me to laugh right along with him.
“The reason we aren't going to Carlotta's is because it's midnight.” He said.
“Oh.” I blushed. “I feel silly now.”
“You were out for a long time. Rest tonight, and I promise you we'll go first thing in the morning, alright?”
“OK.” I nodded, before snuggling against him.
“Everything's going to work out, Ronnie. I promise.”
“You can't promise that.” I yawned.
He kissed the
