He smiles at us. “I look forward to it.”
“Thank you so much, Dr. Sprung.” I smile while I shake his hand.
“I’ll be back in an hour,” Gabe says to everyone while we walk out. “Where do you want to go?”
“Well, home,” I say, getting in the truck.
“Are you going to pack up your stuff and move in?” He looks at me as he drives out of the parking lot.
“Why would I move in with you?” I say. “I don’t even like you most of the time.”
“Well, half of me is inside you,” he says with a huge grin on his face, “so technically, you have to like me.”
I roll my eyes. “Drop me off at my house, and we will see if I see you before I have to.” He pulls up to the house, and I open the truck door, stepping out when his phone starts ringing.
“Hello,” he says while I walk ahead of him to the door. “What do you mean my house is on fire?” I turn around to watch him. “I’m on my way.”
“My house is on fire,” he says, jogging back to the truck. I get in as soon as he does. “What are you doing?”
“I’m coming with you. If I stay here, I will worry, and if I worry, it’s stressful, which is not what I need.”
“You find loopholes with everything, don’t you?” He smiles at me.
“I have no idea what you mean.” I shrug my shoulders as we make it to his house. Two firetrucks are working on it, and it looks almost as if it’s his whole house. We get out of the truck in shock as the orange flames are coming out of the windows upstairs. “Oh my god,” I say, walking toward the barricade.
“Hey,” Gabe says to the cop blocking our entrance. “What is going on?”
“No clue, got a call from a neighbor,” he says. “Fire department got here as soon as they could.”
We watch in horror as his house burns; the fire department finally gets it under control, but it’s safe to say that nothing survived. The fire chief comes to us while we sit in the truck, waiting.
“Dr. Walker.” He comes over, taking off his helmet. “We have the fire under control. Luckily, no one was hurt, but we have to say we suspect arson.”
My eyes become as big as saucers as I listen to him tell us about how the fire started. “Nothing could be saved.”
“Do you think the person slashing your tires is also the one who set your house on fire?” I ask him when a detective approaches us.
“Dr. Walker,” he says, coming to us, “I’m sorry to do this to you now, but we have someone in custody.”
“Who?” Gabe says, pushing off the truck. “Who the fuck is doing this?”
“What?” I say shocked. “It’s impossible; she works with us.”
The cop looks at Gabe and then down at the ground. “Oh my god, were you having sex with her?” I ask him, and he gasps.
“Are you insane?” he says. “I’ve never fucking touched her.”
“Mr. Walker is correct, but it seems that Ms. Mitchell is in love with you.” He points at Gabe. “According to her, you secretly love her, but then you got your mistress pregnant.”
“She’s lying,” Gabe says. “She has worked for me for three years. I was engaged to someone else just seven months ago.” He runs his hands through his hair. “I never, ever gave her any reason to think I wanted anything from her, ever.”
“We are going to charge her, and I would like for you to come down to the station and make an official statement,” he says, walking away.
“I’m beyond exhausted,” I say, getting into the truck, “but we need to get this over with.”
“You’re not coming with me.” He looks over at me. “There is no fucking way in hell I’m going to let her get anywhere near you.”
“I’m not letting you go there by yourself,” I tell him.
“Well, I’m dropping you off at home. Hailey is going to be there with you, and Walker is going to come with me.”
“I want to come with you.”
“And I want you safe,” he says, pulling up to my house. “I want you and the baby safe, and being safe means nowhere near her.”
“Fine,” I agree finally, “but I don’t want her near you either. She’s obviously deranged.” He leans into me to kiss me. “You come back here as soon as you leave the police station.”
“I will, doll face,” he says and pulls away as I watch him go.
Grabbing my phone out of my pocket, I call my father and tell him what happened and that I wouldn’t be back to work today. I make it to the police station and check in with the front desk. I sit down, thinking about my house being burned fucking down.